Текст песни Три богатыря на дальних берегах - Не то что ваше Малибу

How went for the elder,
A score of cucumbers.
Look closely for the crotch
Yes Look at fellow countrymen.

Maybe it was the Martians,
N maybe our folklore,
Anyway, we will say to my mother
& quot; Do not let the children in the yard! & quot;

That's cool, that's a miracle!
Not that your Malibu!
Yes rushes trio, but with bells.
Oh, do not tempt fate!

That is the speed, that's power!
Not that your Malibu!
Yes rushes trio, but with bells.
Oh, do not tempt fate!

Well lie on the river,
Or even a pond,
But still on the stove
Do not get wet beard.

Maybe it was the Martians,
N maybe our folklore,
Anyway, we will say to my mother
& quot; Do not let the children in the yard! & quot;

That is the speed, that's power!
Not that your Malibu!
Yes rushes trio, but with bells.
Oh, do not tempt fate!