Текст песни Бичевская Жанна - Чубчик

Chubchik, forelock, curly forelock,
Flutter. a forelock in the wind!
Earlier, forelock, I did not know you.
And now I cannot forget.

Sometimes you would throw your hat on the back of your head.
Will you go for a walk in the afternoon or in the evening
And from under the hat, the forelock curls,
Eh. and winds in the fresh breeze.

And in the window the sun shines clearly.
You’ll go out for a walk in the morning.
Your forelock is lovelier to me than anyone else in the world.
And flutter, forelock in the wind!

And that Siberia is not afraid of Siberia,
Siberia is also a Russian land.
Maybe I'll settle here forever:
Oh, I can't forget your forelock.

What are you writhing about on the bunk, poor thing?
And where is your triumph of freedom?
Eh, cap, poor cap,
You can't wait for a forelock!

The soul cries for you, my dear,
And I can't live without you.
Earlier, forelock, I loved you,
And now I'm driving away from my heart. like this!