Текст песни Владимир Толоконников - Яблочко

Eh, speak, Moscow, talk, Razmi!

Eh, apple, you are my ripe.
But the lady goes, the skin is white.
White leather, and fur coat.
If you give, you will be the whole.

Oh, apple and blueberry.
Come, bourgeois, glazing rushing.
Glazik Zakolu, the other will remain,
To see, then, to whom to bow.