Текст песни Папа - Иванушка

My life you bezfartovaya
I have three dorozhenek
At the fork in stone
Arrows in three directions:
Left - I'll be rich
Right - storyteller
Well, just head to the shoulders, but the bushes
Left - I'll be rich
Right - storyteller
Well, just head to the shoulders, but the bushes
I chose the correct path
After all, the price of my life - a penny
Crooked sabelki Savour
Yes halyavku will not take
And I wandered barefoot, his eyes like a mirror
They are all Blue latitudes
Crows three hundred years, opened her mouth
And I wandered barefoot, his eyes like a mirror
They are all Blue latitudes
Crows three hundred years, opened her mouth
- Hood, yes dare see the world go by,
I used it wrote poetry
He looked around, swaying bush
Wood waved his hand
Herbs celebrated me to spend the last battle
So like very sabelki curve
Herbs celebrated me to spend the last battle
So like very sabelki curve
I felt sudbinushku
In the wilderness crept farther
No bones, no body has ever seen
Where is the monster that whistled
Sabres rectified on time
There is oak
Fear of imaginary forest guards legend
Sabres rectified on time
There is oak
Fear of imaginary forest guards legend
Again day. Again Dorozhen'ka
I'm standing at the house
- My dear, you are my horoshenkay,
Death of your funeral
Grandma tychit finger on the cross driven into zem
Where I pokoyus
- How to send a fork - without you
Grandma tychit finger on the cross driven into zem
Where I pokoyus
- How to send a fork - without you
I understand the power of ...
I understand the power of death pebble
Heads bowed in silence
Again I wandered barefoot Ivan
By potholes and fields
In the long eyelashes golden sun
Heel licks Dust
And before the song of farewell feather
In the long eyelashes golden sun
Heel licks Dust
And before the song of farewell feather ...