Текст песни Валентин Прокофьев - Несчастный негр

I am sitting in a lonely corner of Negara
 and that the bormochaschy himself freely
If I had not leather, I would not want to be evil
 If I would be a little whiter
hey, I also host people let me
 to free the birds penyam
 and high mountains
 and snowy meadows
 endless fields and the fresh sea breeze
Negara sitting in a cozy corner, and he thought about his svoode
On a warm meal black wife
Milky way he wanted to surrender
But then knock on the door raslyshalsya
The owner of a white prischёl my loud howl
He said that plantations do not dig 3 days
And I ran watering grapes

That's the trouble white man will not let me
Afraid of me, he loves me,
just had terrible zhёnnushka
If only I was more composed a song
------ It would be your cool vnature (no minus sign) -----
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