Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Грустные частушечки

G C D G
Red rose - love, white - date
C D G.
Yellow rose - always bitter suffering.

We start to make the first initial.
We do not want to merry, we will sing sad.

Copackets the rooster, the turowes quarrel.
We are now dotting sad chastishes.

Ducks are sailing to herbs, eyes to the eyes stretch.
Cavalers do not go, just promise.

Lonely harmonica heard over the river.
I am a poor bride - born like that.

Gus shore passed. So, fell.
I am a young girl in the window in front of the window.

All girls are good, only I am not very.
Well, someone for the soul, and who for the night.

Red Rose - Love, White - Date ...