FolkBeat RF - Порушка-параня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You, Porushka, Porona, why do you love Ivan. Oh, yes, I love Ivan for that, that the head is curly. For that, I love Ivan that the head is curly, that the head is curly, and the beard of Kucheryava. That the head is curly, and the beard of Kuchevyava, curls curl to the face, I love Vanya-Longer. Curls curl to the face, I love Vanya fellow, oh, Vanyushka-Vyushka is lying in the gorenka. As Vanyushka, in a gowns, he paces, he is his boot and about his boots and struck. As you, Sudarushka, dried me, so without frost, without the wind, my heart was distinguished. As you, Sudarushka, dried me, so without frost, without the wind, my heart was distinguished. You, Porushka, Porona, why do you love Ivan. Oh, yes, I love Ivan for that, that the head is curly. For that, I love Ivan that the head is curly, that the head is curly, and the beard of Kucheryava.