One and two and three and four, and
One and two and three and four.
And one and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four

Love makes blind as the violin breaks
Old notes is played by a new string
Hard battle for any fiddler
Both fail and elegant
Standing squeezing pimples
Showing minimuscles in the mirror
Can’t go wrong with this charm
As hundreds were showering (??)

Hunting for beard
Should’ve had a map
Nothing to find
Still he shaves himself sore
One last check upon the hair
Falling out of the door
Too late for the [bad word] through the mud
Forehead flows
swet in his hands
armpits drooling
lactic acid quivers
please let the legs stay put
finally there, soaked
wallet forgotten
he gets the feeling this wont happen again
because

She started to flirt with more handsome men
So I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned
Now the ladies and cash wont be gone
Cause he traded the cow, got the fiddle returned
One and two and three and four, and
One and two and three and four.
And one and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four

Penetrated of convenience
Even though he gets to know
Stereotypical girls, but
As moneytrouble limits
The selection of ingredients
The consequense is kind of
Not forgettable, and ends
In the best hours as he gets his
own love potion, til the night is through,
coca cola
burns his wallet
but a bachelor like himself has to
keep his head cold, and hopes to
get her by singing a song
but nothings going on
with lack of money and good provisions
she disappeared to the bathroom with a braver man

Alexander wasn’t interesting
For this elegant woman
What a [bad word] Beaten by his own paradox
With this sad song
He shows the eternal optimist
Because life is a violin
With the need of a violinist

She started to date richer men
So I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned
Now the ladies and cash wont be gone
Cause he traded the cow, got the fiddle returned

Ra lala ra lala etc…

Okei new tactic, all good things are three
Now he’s handsome and rich
Doesn’t seem to help
You are your own happy smith
Destiny wont leave you alone
When you reach the top
Theres only one way – down
The violin sounds different
Over and over (???)
The way to succeed may often feel
Unnecessarily long
Getting good advise
You can often say its luck
To have a lot of cash
Learning from faults
You try over again

I brought the most beautiful girl to a party
And brought a friend to do a little test
The two went of to talk privately
I thought they were only off for a chat
Five minutes turned to ten
He got impatient
Had his best friend hit it off?
The curiousness led him to the place
Where he had seen them pass
What met him behind the door
Made him want to cry
Because there on the floor
Was his two closest making out

I saw her make out with my best friend
So I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned
Now the ladies and cash wont be gone
Cause he traded the cow, got the fiddle returned
One and two and three and four, and
One and two and three and four.
And one and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four

Now the ladies and cash wont be gone

I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned!

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Один, а затем два, а затем три, а затем четыре, а затем
Один, а затем два, а затем три, а затем четыре, а затем
Один, а затем два, а затем три, а затем четыре, а затем
Один, а затем два, а затем три, а затем четыре.

Любовь делает слепым так же, как скрипка ломается,
Старые мелодии играются на новой струне.
Тяжелое испытание для любого скрипача,
такого хрупкого и элегантного.
Стоя и давя прыщи,
Осматривая минимускулы в зеркале,
Не может потерпеть неудачу с таким шармом,
???.

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