Иван Грозный - 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Be healthy, any boyars. I am the king of all Russia Ivan Vasilievich. I asked you to convey for you love verbs loving you boyar. Beat you with a brow. O lightly light and decorated! Beauty you are Lepa, brutal your lips, eyebrows of alliance. Lyuba and premium. He asked me to sing your love to you. Heed my voice. Benefit, flying boyar in Lyubov confess to you. The husband is noble, not commoner. The truly this love of Evona is for you. I confirm the packs that I heard this from only faithful people that I should not be gloomy. The fire of a love of bitterness in his hearts, the desire befell the rapid. The Lanita desired your blush, the mouth of the Chervens desired. He is longing, he grieves, in sorrow - his doubts torment him that he is not love for you. You need to love him. You will sweat him, and the matter is cramped.