Катерина Голицына - Апельсинчики, мандаринчики - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I could not even dream in Rudki That I would leave my father and mother And in distant Moscow, abroad I will sell fruits from the stall My master with a shiny face All in tattoos, rings and chains (wah!) Pays so that God forgive him Or rather, have mercy on Allah!

I was pure and immaculate. How is this apple so juicy. And how I loved in my childhood little gifts - Oranges, do you understand? Well, tangerines!

For the third year I miss lard. Borscht and Dniester ear So that no one barks in the tram. I said goodbye to the Ukrainian ge. All around are sellers, brigade leaders. Oh, and the retailers, they are, funny people! Today I am married without an apartment. Not a single Moskal takes

I’ll sell all the persimmons and cherries. I’ll pay off, girls, but I’ll borrow a penny And I’ll go home to UkrAina. I’ll hug my dear old people. I will buy them gifts from Gum And ten postcards with the Kremlin