Русская народная сказка - Курочка Ряба, Татьяна Пельтцер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There were an old man with an old woman, they had a rush chicken. The egg chicken is the EASIC MODE MODE, yes beautiful. The egg flew out from the shelves on the shelf, on the aspen shop, on the pine floor, fled, the tail waved, the testicle shoved, about the threshold knocked. And the egg was broken. , I became a chicken fly, the cat was lit up on the window tears pour, lit up the cock, sat down on the sixth, the doors shook the doors, the rams were flooded, the gates buried, the birds were sacrificed. I went granddaughters on the water, then the case was drunk, the buckets broke down, they ran to Mother. Therefore you, Mother you don't know how our grandmother ... demolished the chicken EASHOE MODE, yes beautiful. Fucking eggs from the shelf on the shelf, On the pine floor, I fled, the tail waved, the testicle shoved, about the threshold. The whole egg was broken. The grandmother began to cry, the grandmother began to cry, became a chicken to fly, the cat began to pour, lit up on the window, sat down on the seam , the doors shumbled, the rams were flooded, the gates were dripping, the birds are sorely shed. And we went on the water, the business was drunk, buckets broke out, they ran to you. And Mother Mesal Mother. As he had heard, chatted. The cavasy broke, the dough dashed out. Putting to the father. Neither you, the father do not know how to our grandmother ... demolished the chicken EASHOE MODE, yes beautiful. Fucking the egg, on the shelf Pine Paul. Fucked, the tail waved, the egg shoved, the threshold was knocked. The whole egg was broken. The grandmother began to cry, the grandmother began to cry, became a chicken to fly, lit up the cat, got on the window tears pour, lit up the cockerel, sat down on the sixth, The doors shumbled, the rams were flooded, the gate scripted, the birds were sacred. My daughters went on the water, then the case was drunk, buckets broke down, came running to me. I Mesil's dough. As he was heard, chatted. I broke, the dough dashed out. And I caught the father on that time, I caught a fish. As he was drunk, sled down. Sketch broke, the fish released. He cries, the grandmother crying, granddaughters cry, Mother crying, father crying, chicken tuck: don't cry Grandfather, do not cry a woman. I demolish the testicle to you is not a variest and not sharp and not beautiful, yes simple, you will eat it, the old fairy tales listen.