Still life in duvet
Duvet snow-white sheep
Country near Urarat
Margueritka was sleepy
She undressed to her chemise
Turned off the light flung back her hair
King of the golden river sleeps at the bottom
Turning on green wing cases in the eyes
He watches over the crocodile
It’s that real half-breed from Java
He mixes kisses and everything together
He would shoot a pistol at rabid jackals
He never turns pale when firing
And she wears garters with buckles
The charming pixie who laughs with gondoliers
Esmeralda bites every lover
And she knocks down unfaithful men at once
Duvet snow-white sheep
Never return to native Urarat
On white fleece of your flocks
Javans will play with Margueritka
And disappear like snow-white moon clouds
When the rooster crows
