Текст песни из народа - Есть в Италии маленький дом

In Italy, there is a small house
He stands on the precipice of a steep
In this house, laughing and drinking
And quietly about something sing

The road to life one
All it leads to death
The sooner rather than later die
Past again take

Once in the world you live
All that we can take from life
But the girl ardent and rum bottle
With him on the light does not take

Beyond a shadow of a shadow yavilasya
And standing on the threshold level
This home at twelve o'clock
Old Negro shuts bolt

For a couple of raspuschennyhkos
What captivated by its beauty
With ragamuffin fought sailor
Spurred on by a noisy crowd

And slhlestnulis two hearts trembling
And slehstnulis two sharp knife
Ragamuffin was clever and brave
He is your enemy odalel

And when he fell to his knees
To consider his Vrana
In the sailor brother he learned
Not seen for several years

And when he jumped to her
 And he brought his hand skinzhalom
And at the heart of thrust
He sharpened knife

And when a police patrol
Knocked at the little house
Obarvanets was pale as chalk
And tizonko about something he sang

 The road to life one
All it leads to death
The sooner rather than later die
Past again take

Once in the world you live
All that we can take from life
But the girl ardent and rum bottle
With him on the light does not take