Текст песни Сергей Любавин - Свадьба

On the laughing card spread to me a gypsy
What would a wedding have succeeded in guessing a gypsy
What would be hot to kiss the golden body
And with friends to take a walk sing to me singarella

I'm a Moscow hooligan going to a Russian restaurant
On a beautiful girlfriend marries a friend
For her green eyes,
For the health of young screaming - bitterly
And when the fot is already at your feet
Even a month behind the window will be drunk

I did not believe in Tbilisi and Baku myself
Behind the kibitka, the nomadic path runs along the path
There married an old friend, a good friend Givi
He said that in the Caucasus, the WOMEN OF BEAUTIFUL

I'm a Moscow hooligan going to a Caucasian restaurant
On a beautiful girlfriend marries a friend
For her behind her brown eyes,
For the health of young screaming - bitterly
And when the photo already falls to the feet
Even a month behind the window will be drunk

I was in Ukraine I can not believe myself
Behind the kibitka, the nomadic path runs along the path
There married an old friend, a friend of the army of Sanya
There are such girls in a noisy booth

I'm a Moscow hooligan going to Kiev to a restaurant
On a beautiful girlfriend marries a friend
For her for her blue eyes,
For the health of young screaming - bitterly
And when the photo already falls to the feet
Even a month behind the window will be drunk

For her beautiful eyes,
For the health of young screaming - bitterly
And when the photo already falls to the feet
Even a month behind the window will be drunk