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SOVA (Sovie delicate)

(... Performed by the French group "Les Pires". The text was written by a French-student student Julie Grun, studying Russian and Russian culture ...)

I'm on the attic lying at home,

I'm bored until we cut, God knows why.

Suddenly hear the owls of the tender "Ui-Uy",

I have fun in my heart,

A-Lai Lai-Lai, has become more fun.

I go on the way to a friend-robber,

I am twisting one in an unfamiliar region.

Suddenly hear the owls of the tender "Ui-Uy",

I have fun in my heart,

A-Lai Lai-Lai, has become more fun.

I'm on the rope of Vice, I chat my legs,

I would love to be more air.

Suddenly hear the owls of the tender "Ui-Uy",

I have fun in my heart,

A-Lai Lai-Lai, has become more fun.

I boil in a big boiler at the trait on the feast,

"I cry for nothing," I climbs into my head.

Suddenly hear the owls of the tender "Ui-Uy",

I have fun in my heart,

A-Lai Lai-Lai, has become more fun.

I'm on the attic lying at home,

I'm bored until we cut, God knows why.

Suddenly hear the owls of the tender "Ui-Uy",

We sing together, E-La La Lai,

La Lai La Lai-Lai-Lai, I say the owl.