Текст песни Валерий Леонтьев 1994 - Емеля

How so, like this:
The plowman is all plowed
The chimney sweep in soot
A boob awaits miracles.
Mom tortured me home
That I'm lying scarecrow
According to the pike,
Oven, take me to the forest!
Miracle stove, take care of Emelya,
Miracle stove, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle stove, a whole week
Bastard, lying on the stove.
Oh, I got into a fairy tale,
Met the king’s daughter,
He speaks affectionately:
"You, Emelya, my light."
Scary girl modest,
All trembling dark at night
But on the stove
There is no place for two
No no no no!
Miracle stove, take care of Emelya,
Miracle stove, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle stove, a whole week
Bastard, lying on the stove.
Miracle stove, take care of Emelya,
Miracle stove, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle stove, a whole week
Bastard, lying on the stove.

Emelya ai-luli,
Emelya ai-luli,
Emelya ai-luli,
Eh, spit it out
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
There ... syudy ...!

Miracle stove, take care of Emelya,
Miracle stove, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle stove, a whole week
Bastard, lying on the stove.
Miracle stove, take care of Emelya,
Miracle stove, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle stove, a whole week
Bastard, lying on the stove.
Bastard ... On the stove ...