The Dartz - Песня Карлика Бориса - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My honest farmer was, I left me money, and I let me down the pole, and drank the house and the garden! And it became silver copper, and gold, vagabond made me wine and a lifting! Tu-tut-tu-tutu!

I was brought to the city, a familiar caravan, but it is bad in the city of life when an empty pocket! Codes flows 1 boots and rain stands with a wall, I hobble along the bridge, humpbaches and hoppy!

I could live honestly with labor, I could become a jester! Mix the children with their hump, scare the toothless mouth, and for the feeder and overnight in the port tavern, to stain a simple mother in a stupid kalpak!

My honest farmer was, I left me money, and I let me down the pole, and drank the house and the garden! And it became silver copper, and gold, vagabond made me wine and a lifting!

I am an old and sick dwarf, my coins are coin, but I will come to you home when you are not at home, and maybe a knife as a cloak with a cloak, in the darkness on the street, a curve under heavy rain!