Текст песни Павел Смеян - 33 коровы

In the center of a big city,
Where no blade of grass grows
There lived a poet-lover of the word,
Inspirational "rhyme" !!!

He rhymed whatever,
Just exhausted
And to the village on the mend,
Where the cows nibble the grass
Was sent to rest. ,,,

Chorus:
33 cows, 33 cows, 33 cows,
Fresh line,
33 cows - a new verse was born, like a glass of fresh milk !!))

At five in the morning he got up exactly,
That was not easy!
He read poems to cows
They gave milk
Day after day the summer rushed by
Our poet has grown a lot.
After all, the milk diet
Fruitful for poets
If only years old.

Chorus:
33 cows, 33 cows, 33 cows
Fresh line
33 cow verse new born
Like a glass of fresh milk-ooh)
Like a glass of fresh milk ooh :)
Like a glass of fresh milk!