Текст песни Лоза Юрий - У моей зазнобы

At my sweetheart, the house near the pond,
And start around the snowdrift,
A soft feather awaits me always,
At my sweetheart.

At my sweetheart everyone is full,
For the soul and for the womb.
Wine is always stored in the cellar
At my sweetheart.

Refrain: And Ilya kicks, already sings the soul,
Days and nights through.
Ilya smokes, I admire him,
Working man Ilya.

At my sweetheart, even under the pressure
I'll find a special one.
I play with borsch, I drink coffee with milk
At my sweetheart.

My sweetheart has a kind soul,
From the armpits, at once your feet.
Lips like raspberries, bathhouse is good
At my sweetheart.

Chorus: And Ilya forges, already sings the soul,
Days and nights through.
Ilya smokes, I admire him,
Working man Ilya.

My sweetheart settled, I,
If only there were not only one,
The husband will not approve, and the husband - smith Ilya,
At my sweetheart.

Refrain: But Ilya forges, already sings the soul,
Days and nights through.
Ilya smokes, I admire him,
Working man Ilya.
And let Ilya, I admire him,
Working man Ilya.