Текст песни Людмила Николаева - Завалинка

In the village of Brevenchate
Pies on honey.
On Zavalinka in the evening
Everyone is in sight.
Riveted seeds,
Eh, walk, so walking.
Sculpt the head of girls
Cavalers again.

NS. Crashing, Zavalka
Harmony bust.
Zerven, Zavalka
Cheerful conversation.
I'll be back in a small house,
Sadness from the soul will take off.
And again on Zavaling
Not close to anyone.

Runs in blackmouth
Breeze naughty.
Kiss without rest
Swealth is no cute mine.
On Zavaling Babushka
Let them guess
What we whispered next
On my porch.

NS. ----------//--- - 2 times

PR O and R R S W

Then the couples are poorer,
That beautiful sadness.
Under berets, cock
Rus continues.
Above the flower, over scarlet
Dusted the nightingale.
Only this Zavalinka
No mile and relatives.

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Crashing, Zavalka
Harmony bust.
Zerven, Zavalka
Fun talk. -20 times