Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - Бублички

Night is coming, the lantern swinging,
Milton swears in the night.
I unwashed, covered with rags
And all the broken almost delirious.

Buy bublichki, hot bublichki,
Throw rublichki here soon!
And on the night of inclement me unhappy,
Private vendor you pity.

My father - a drunkard after glass stretches,
A mother - worker, what a shame.
Sister - whore, damn real.
Brother small - pickpocket.

Buy bublichki, hot bublichki,
Throw rublichki, so hurry!
And on the night of inclement me unhappy,
Private vendor you pity.

& Quot; Do not cry you, Semyon & quot ;, -
He told me seeds.
& Quot; Pozhdi malenechko - we go to the registry office & quot ;.
And here we muhoyu, melancholy and boredom
In alleys barely bredёm.

Buy bublichki, hot bublichki,
Throw rublichki, so hurry.
And on the night of inclement me unhappy,
Private vendor you pity.