Текст песни Виктор Джалилов - Влюбленный и корова

I have no favorite white light is not nice,
     In her hands - my love and happiness.
     A bouquet of flowers I gave a sweet -
     Let it take in my life fate.

     But she threw the bouquet in the window -
     I guess I do not browed roads.
     Look - my flowers cow chews.
     I shame is now no escape.

     ... Cow eating flowers. And that sometimes
     The boy all boils annoyance.
     And now, shaking his head,
     The cow said to the man:

     - Hot vain. Little help.
     Sit down a minute you. Think slowly.
     Whenever I did not give milk,
     It was used it so good?

     It is round, with my fresh cream.
     What handle chubby in her!
     As vernal dawn, she blush,
     And his teeth whiter than milk.

     The silent lover surrenders:
     Cow Rights. Is it easy? -
     After all, in the meadow the whole day she grazes,
     To bring milk for dinner.

     To console the boy. This summer
     Flowers near a rivulet he collected.
     A hurried after the girl with a bouquet,
     But the cow gave flowers.

     - Well, so be it. Cows treat you.
     Sometimes love, no, I do not want myself.
     I am happy that my dear
     He drinks milk with love in half!