Текст песни Детские песни - Четыре Чёрненьких Чумазеньких Чертёнка

For a moment the years of childhood, I do not return,
But I remember, many years ago,
Once I sang the song funny
About four grubby chёrnenkih features.
Already can not call myself a child,
But will be fun, barely proiznesёsh:
& Quot; Four chёrnenkih chumazenkih chertёnka
Damn black ink drawing & quot ;.
& Quot; Four chёrnenkih chumazenkih chertёnka
Damn black ink drawing & quot ;.

It has long been his student years behind
And that is no easy time to transcripts,
When on his first drawings
I had to work hard until the morning.
But on a date to call me a girl,
Sleeping on the streets we walked together.
& Quot; Four chёrnenkih chumazenkih chertёnka
Damn black ink drawing & quot ;.
& Quot; Four chёrnenkih chumazenkih chertёnka
Damn black ink drawing & quot ;.

Again out of the house called me the way.
Though not the first time such a parting,
But I leave birthmark threshold
With vague sadness, with a strange longing.
And the song of childhood on the heels of flies after,
And you have a cheerful voice sing:
& Quot; Four chёrnenkih chumazenkih chertёnka
Damn black ink drawing & quot ;.
& Quot; Four chёrnenkih chumazenkih chertёnka
Damn black ink drawing & quot ;.

For a moment the years of childhood, I do not return,
But I remember, many years ago,
Once I sang the song funny
About four grubby chёrnenkih features.
Tags: V.Gina, music: Igor Nikolaev