Djadja के बोल

A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha A Russian farmer stands on the acres he owns, Winter's over land, and the acres look stoned. Ahaha-haha-haha-ha Ahaha-haha-haha-ha Once there was a time really fine, really fair, 'til there was a soldier to share honest share. Ahaha-haha-haha-ha Ahaha-haha-haha-ha Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja, Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja. Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja, Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja. A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha Birds below a cloud in the sky flying high, Still the Russian farmers say why wonder why. Ahaha-haha-haha-ha Ahaha-haha-haha-ha Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja, Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja. Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja, Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja.