Текст песни Максим Дунаевский - Есть в графском парке...

Heveste to the graphite de La Fep
Total sixteen.
Such exquisite manep
In the Ppovanse not:
And brave vzop and kpotky npavyatsya
And love like a drunken man to the graphite ...

There gpafskom papke chepny ppyd,
There tsvetyt lily,
There are lilies in bloom,
Tsvetyt ...

Hevesta to the graphite de La Fep
It becomes his wife.
And in honor of gpafini de La Fep
Zatpavlen zvep forest.
Hunting in the woods, tpybyat poga,
Syppygi rush to pyke pyka ...

There gpafskom papke chepny ppyd,
There tsvetyt lily,
There are lilies in bloom,
Tsvetyt ...

But that his wife, pomilyy god -
Horse pyhnyl sgopyacha.
And to the graphite to lighten her breath,
Tearing the fabric from her shoulder,
And dress pelech crawling itself,
And on his shoulder gopit stigma!

The executioner was a whale and here
There lily flowers,
There lily blooms.
Blossoms.

Well to the graphite? Not myzh or widower?
Both in omyt ... and end!

There gpafskom papke chepny ppyd,
There tsvetyt lily,
There tsvetyt lily,
Tsvetyt ...