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Owl is my scoop
Flying owl
And where have you been
And where dolbyvala
I used to go to the woods
In green tusks
She had a vision
She heard a night owl
And I saw an owl
Yes, I heard an owl
The woman started a loaf of bread
Three weeks dough kneads
On the fourth week
Became bread sour
The woman began to grieve
Where should this bread go
Baked boxes
Yes suffered in the town
No one is trading it
No one takes the gift for nothing
One blue-haired pig
Approached and there was no
Only snout namarala
Three weeks sick

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Like our neighbor
The conversation was cheerful
The whole cattle began to play
Merinochki at hudochki
And the filly at the bagpipe
But gray sheep
Played the dudes
But geese have a goose
And the ducks near the pipe
And ripe chickens
Kokotali fools

Additional information about the audio: "Street" Marina Kryukova Pripevki, Boris Yefremov plays at the food. - "Plyazovoy naigrash" ("Pripevki pischiki") CD "Through the Silence of Village Streets". Folklore ensemble "Street". Traditional instrumental music of Russia. IZBA IZ0000B (P) 2009, IZBA Publishing. © 2008, ISBA Ethnocentre. © 200 ...