Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - На последнюю пятёрку

On the last one on the top
Hire the top of the horses,
I'll give me a drum on vodka:
Chase ka quickly.

While curls are dark
We will love girls;
Until the money are conducted
We have fun we live.

Someone no, someone sorry
Wherever the heart rushes away.
I will tell you one secret:
Who love - she is not here.

The habit of horses know
Where Sudarushka lives;
Snow whipped with hooves,
The wind sings a song.

Oh you horses, horses
Rather falcon faster;
Do not lick the days of golden
They are not much in this life.

Someone no, someone sorry
Wherever the heart rushes away.
I will tell you one secret:
"Who loves - she is not here."

Varnish, Vanka, walk,
Do you wait for the night
You won't get anything
Fool go home.

So soup is beautiful
So, Sudarushka is slight;
Dark eyes promise
And it is not married.

Someone no, someone sorry
Wherever the heart rushes away.
I will tell you the secret of another:
"Who loves - that here with me."

On the last one on the top
Hire the top of the horses,
I'll give me a drum on vodka:
"Ruby Ka Harre!"