Текст песни Никитин Сергей - Задумал Я, Братишечки, Жениться

Conceived I bratishechki marry, my God!
I went to look for his wife himself.
I found a young beauty
Godkov eighty-five.

Pretty Woman was a piece of cake, my God!
Though its great year.
I poured the sand out of your ear,
From nose dripping.

And now came the wedding guests, my God!
Wine, appetizer on the table.
Suddenly I notice: from beauty
One leg on crutches.

You will go to family discord, my God!
Wife you lyagnet legs,
And like my drawbar will move,
So all liver discourage.

I look in the night to its beauty, my God!
I'll take the old saw.
And fall asleep, my babe,
She took a sip of that leg.

Oh, what am I, bratishechki, done, my God!
Oh, I, brothers, done ?!
After I told her instead of wooden
Meat leg sawed off!
Horror !!!