God za godom rastut bolshie goroda,
Vse dlya naroda,
V lyuboe vremya goda nam navstrechu
Vstaet velikaya strana. Tak dobryiy vecher,
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Myi radyi vstreche,
No esli kto-to ne zdorov, tak ya otvechu,
Chto myi bez doktorov bolezni lechim
Bokalom dobrogo vina. Tak dobryiy vecher,
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Na rassvete
Vse slyishen zvon gitarnyih strun,
A svezhiy veter raznosit po planete
Pesni eti
Poet i belyiy i chugun, chto net na svete
Prekrasney goroda Bodun.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna.
Privet s bolshogo boduna. |
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