lyrics about beard,
The bunk
Oh, you, Porushka, Paranya, why do you love Ivan? -
Eh, and for that I love Ivan, that little curly head.
I love Ivan for that curly head,
Eh, and that little head curly, and hairy Kucheryava.
That the curly head and the beetle carrot,
Curls curl up to the face, I love Vanya, the young man ...
Curls curl up to the face, I love Vanya the young man,
Eh, and as Vanyushka walks around the furnace,
Oh, how does Vanyushka wander around the chamber?
Oh, and he boots and boots yes pokachivivaet.
He boots and on the boots yes Tales,
Eh, and his large speech talks.
His major speech speaks
Oh, and as you me, Sudrushka, dried,
How are you me, sudarushka, dried,
Oh, and without frost and without wind, the soul wondered ..