Текст песни Дивы-Ирийския - 4. Царь Горох

Dubravin Ya
Oh, it was the king, in peas.
You can not tell where the good, bad and where.
Oh, how my daughter was Nesmeyana,
Tears bitter pastime that from the tap!
All roared all day as beluga.
Jackdaws dead on the fly with fright.
Poor old king Peas
Hear, hear so deaf.
Klichet: & quot; Give me Yemelya!
I am waiting for that week,
I am waiting for that week
With Nesmeyanov TROUBLE! & Quot;
From princess, that the troubles that damage!
Leaking ceiling near the throne.
In view of the refectory too shabby
Though black, although black is not useless.
Day and night, staring at the road Peas
Yemelya guy waiting for help.
And in Russian on the stove
Fever pyshut bricks!
In the capital Gorokhov
On the stove Emelja rushes,
On the stove Emelja races
Balalaechka rings.
Banner of the matter: there are no miracles and no tales
From the window Tsaryova daughter pyalit eyes,
After all the years of the locked prebyvala-
Balalaika he has never seen.
And as she sings a pleasure-cute!
Then the princess and roaring forgotten.
Ai, Emelja done!
Raspoteshil whole palace.
Where is the profit, and where is the fiction
I do not know, I was not there,
I do not know, I was not there.
Believe, and you want - no.