Текст песни Быков Владимир - Корова Сильва

Silvia

Am Dm.

The priest was a cow, Pop loved her.

E7 AM.

So that she was healthy pop her.

A7 DM G C

The side room in his hands took, and sang softly:

A E.

Chorus: "Silva, you don't love me,

C.

Silva, you will destroy me,

B A.

Silva, you drive me crazy:

Dm em am.

Do you give little milk. "

The offended cow ran away,

Pop did not extract the word, but did not sleep all night,

The side room in his hands took, and sang softly:

CHORUS

And the words of the ass. Attention Silva went home.

Pop cow hugging shed a tear

The side room in his hands took, and sang softly:

CHORUS

Silva fool and cretinka,

Sylva stupid cattle,

You have a bull inclination

You do not give milk.