Ж. КОТЭ А. - спит красавица в грабу - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The beauty is sleeping in the coffin, I love her khach, I will look at the blush, she would know the garit in hell, I used her mother, they didn’t sin for sinners, you better go to the collective farm, sit on the cows there, I didn’t listen to the girl, now she is in the coffin, now. And her soul is in hell, for me one joy, demons I become a khach there.