БУХГАЛТЕР - Милый мой бухгалтер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm tired of singing about this abroad, I will put a felt boot and a red coat I will go to my favorite capital at least in this form and no one will take with me for a walk of the gentleman he is not a foreigner and not the son of a millionaire an accountant, and let the accountant be an accountant and let it be an accountant My cute accountant here he is what kind of simple accountant is my cute accountant and happiness will be if there is a peace in my soul, an accountant my cute accountant, what kind of easy accountant is my cute cute, but my own native, but having come to a cold and dusty office with folders The table will twist the Soviet Mahorka into the tube and will think only about me the working day is almost already finished, and the debit with the loan remained not to do not care about it on this, only by day and at night I sang this song about him my cute accountant, so he is such a simple Accountant dear my accountant and happiness will be if there is a peace in my soul accountant my dear accountant, here he is what kind of simple accountant Mila th my dear accountant, but my whole accountant is my dear accountant, so he is what a simple accountant is my cute accountant and happiness will be if there is a rest in my soul, an accountant my cute accountant, he is what kind of easy accountant my cute, but all my dear, but all my native