Lyrics Михаил Березутский - Пісня про тещу
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Узуваю тещу я у чоботи,
Не допущу рідної до роботи.
Буду на руках я її носити,
Цілувати ручку й годити.
Приспів:
Тещу в чоботи узуваю, узуваю,
Тещу мамою називаю, називаю.
В пояс я їй кланяюся низенько,
Буду біля серця їй близенько.
А на тещі чоботи аж риплять,
Вибирав ті чоботи рідний зять.
Щоб вони не муляли і не терли,
Бо рідня тепер ми.
Узуваю в чоботи у новенькі,
Будемо ми з тещею, як рідненькі.
Добровільно піду її в печину,
Бо беру красуню дівчину.
Приспів.
Ой, люблю душею я тещу,
Як вона танцює - я плещу.
А як заспіває - сідаю,
Слухаю й нерепебиваю.
Приспів. (2)
I put my mother-in-law in boots,
I will not allow my native to work.
I will carry it in my arms,
Kiss the pen and feed.
Chorus:
Mother-in-law in boots I put on, I put on,
I call my mother-in-law my mother, I call her.
I bow low to her waist,
I will be close to her heart.
And on mother-in-law boots already squeak,
My son-in-law chose those boots.
That they do not muddy and do not rub,
Because we are relatives now.
I put on brand new boots,
My mother-in-law and I will be like relatives.
I will voluntarily go to her liver,
Because I take a beautiful girl.
Chorus.
Oh, I love my mother-in-law,
As she dances, I clap.
And as he sings - I sit down,
I listen and do not rehearse.
Chorus. (2)
I will not allow my native to work.
I will carry it in my arms,
Kiss the pen and feed.
Chorus:
Mother-in-law in boots I put on, I put on,
I call my mother-in-law my mother, I call her.
I bow low to her waist,
I will be close to her heart.
And on mother-in-law boots already squeak,
My son-in-law chose those boots.
That they do not muddy and do not rub,
Because we are relatives now.
I put on brand new boots,
My mother-in-law and I will be like relatives.
I will voluntarily go to her liver,
Because I take a beautiful girl.
Chorus.
Oh, I love my mother-in-law,
As she dances, I clap.
And as he sings - I sit down,
I listen and do not rehearse.
Chorus. (2)