Текст песни Наговицын - Яблоня поспела дед кусты малины подвязал-ахахахаха

Apple tree ripe, raspberry bushes grandfather tied up,
Spread grown tobacco leaves chopped - and all the works!
Summer has flown by, on the window withered dragonfly.
And mushroom dusted and washed crosses and domes.

Golden Autumn. Lit the stove sidekick.
At the prison yard fly-leaves bloodworms.
The wind carries them, crying katorzhanskaya soul.
Flying wedge in the sky prokurlychat cranes.

As in the poem, the evening star casts.
Game of cards thrown off, and collected only at the beginning.
Jar of jam evenly divided yesterday.
It's just that little brother - my daughter's birthday in September.

Golden Autumn. Lit the stove sidekick.
At the prison yard fly-leaves bloodworms.
The wind carries them, crying katorzhanskaya soul.
Flying wedge in the sky prokurlychat cranes.

Apple tree ripe, raspberry bushes grandfather tied up,
Spread grown tobacco leaves chopped - and all the works!
Summer has flown by, on the window withered dragonfly.
And mushroom dusted and washed crosses and domes.

Golden Autumn. Lit the stove sidekick.
At the prison yard fly-leaves bloodworms.
The wind carries them, crying katorzhanskaya soul.
Flying wedge in the sky prokurlychat cranes.