Текст песни Власюк Іван Харитонович - Коб я мог перевернути

If I was Poltava Sotsky

Cob I could turn over
All the world in its own way,
Would do well
All people live on earth.
For the first time in the winter I would cancel,
To make it summer and warm,
Where the snow lies - there would be sugar,
And from the cloud it would pour vodka,
In order not to have clothes
And not warm counties.
They would walk like holy things in heaven,
No shirts and no pants.
Instead of a vine, sausages would grow,
And from the leaves would be pancakes.
The earth would be from the porridge itself -
These are the best delicacies.
Bets with sour cream would be worth it,
The edges of the brazier were.
On their dumplings floated -
Hot, fried, delicious.
Wells would be cold brew,
To twist in the nose,
Then a man with a hangover sometimes
He wanted to get drunk.
Then there would be girls and young men
I would have a choice:
Black, pretty, white,
With whom I would, with that I lived.
Kob I was a Poltava centurion,
I would tell you more,
Go home all healthy,
Because I wanted to sleep already.