Даргомыжский - Мельник - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The miller returned at night.

M. - Fut, what kind of boots?

J. - Oh, you are a drunkard loafer where are you seeing your boots? Al is the evil one? Are these buckets! Buckets.

M. - For forty years I have been living. And in a dream and on Java, I was invisible until then on the buckets of copper spurs.