Singer: Mikhail Boyarsky

I think we can with a clear conscience to shout these words. Glory to Ukraine, its all love, what is wrong with that.

Thanks for the day, thank you for the night
Thank you for your son and daughter,
Thanks for that in pain and evil
Our small world you have saved.

Sit in a fast train, sit in the long train
Night Nightingale.
Far away run away and hide
And forever I die!
And rush star, I meet the stars
Fog white,
And here, of course, I arrived late
What can you do now!
Leave urgently I of these places,
Where cherry whole wood,
Where bunches of foam and the nightingales
And open your eyes.

And what is life? And life - it's just a duel to the death.

I fear wean yourself gradually
I have renounced all things domestic,
And now, every night, in this arena
Bringing his trained tigers.
Up! And tigers at my feet sat...
Up! And stairs me in the eyes you see...
Up! And whirl on the carousel...
Up! And in the burning Hoop fly...
And in the Hoop flying.

Motor, firecracker, gunshot, blood moon,
On the credits to fall out of Windows, falling out of the window.
Everyone who saw it, the soul was born the cry,
And the Director told me bluntly:
Play a role, such a role in the episode, of course,
In the episode, of course, you're king!
What she, what she,
She's still not interested in me...
Motor, slapstick, explosions, the whole gang on the spot,
Fourth from the right in the cap I was lying.
Right in the cap I was lying.
Everyone who saw it, the soul is born crying,
Painfully, the chieftain of them were hot.

Motor, firecracker, tuxedo, and all rush to the ball,
In the background in a puddle I fell.
Everyone who saw it, he was born in the soul of laughter,
And the Director laughed the longest.

Motor, clapper, wedding, bride, wrong,
I fell out of the window.
Everyone who saw it, the soul was born Ston,
After all, I am desperately in love.
Lost the role, this role...
No, in this movie, of course,
In this film, I was still king!
What is it? Yes, she's...
She Jean-Paul Belmondo passionate about...

Tale - lie, Yes in it a hint
You remember that.
Your the little humpbacked horse
There is light somewhere.
He what ask
Will fulfill the desire
Only you say
This is the spell:
Sivka-burka, broadcasting kaurka!
Be in front of me
Like a leaf before the grass!
Sivka-burka, broadcasting kaurka,
Really, really need
To meet you!

Again lit fires
The fall of the leaves,
The one that hid us
As many times as many times.
Leaf green jingle
To all those who have been in love,
Here in the middle of spring
The wedding March was played.
And now the love as punishment
The leaves burn, the leaves burn, the leaves burn.
Wonder they were known
Secret confessions fervor
Those gentle words
In vain the foliage was heard.
The leaves burn, the leaves burn,
As a farewell salute,
In September, the leaves burn, the leaves burn.

In my old garden,
Lanfren-lanfra,
Fly, my dove,
There dreams hang,
Lanfren-lanfra,
In all the branches, little dove.
Lanfren-lanfra, LAN-TA-ti-TA,
There's a fresh stream the grass is thick,
A bed of lilies of the valley empty
Fly in my garden, little dove.

We light sleep
Lanfren-lanfra,
Tear off heavy branches,
How sweet it is,
Lanfren-lanfra,
These dreams are so rare.
Lanfren-lanfra, LAN-TA-ti-TA,
But sweeter sleep, your mouth,
And the rose falls from the Bush
Your chest, darling.

In my garden,
Lanfren-lanfra,
Three of the Nightingale and the crow,
They are trouble
Lanfren-lanfra,
Love predicting the choir.
Lanfren-lanfra, LAN-TA-ti-TA,
Shine a farewell star,
Love the last clean
Fly in my garden, little dove.

Whose fault here?
Can understand
You tell me.
Forever one
Why?
Where's your Bear?