Александр Непомнящий - Новые похождения Буратино - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The tree will save the fire!

The tree will save the fire!

The tree will save the fire!

The tree will save the fire!

Sitting in a spare wagon in anticipation of anger day,

From idle idle

Disabled people of a future war with the dark

And they do not see a white Covet.

Machine guns are dreaming at night, vodka is imported in the morning

The brothers surviving fighters,

And the brothers are afraid to open the door, because they have a “squirrel” on their turnout,

With her, the ghost of the revolution.

And before the victory, not for long,

The Volga River flows into the heaven,

And saliva flow -

The guard was tired of it as soon as possible ...

At Karabas-Barabas

Theater in the highest class,

And only the old major

The control of boredom fell asleep ...

If you went to intelligence, decide: who are you? - And get dressed

Confirm that not a establishment.

And what do people wear in intelligence? - Well, the Indians wear feathers,

Shtirlitz-resident walks in black.

The red wardrobe is more vast ... And why is it so pulling to dress up?

Are you introduced into the enemy rows?! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Cossack ... safe

He will have to change -

Breaks wooden brains.

And before the victory, not for long,

The Volga River flows into the heaven,

And saliva flows -

The guard was tired of it as soon as possible ...

At Karabas-Barabas

Theater in the highest class,

And even the old major

The control of boredom fell asleep ...

Wooden guys are very valuable for the system,

And so that any views and stripes,

To create the illusion of life in its diversity

And the freedom of all its roles.

Yes, we are all from one log, but the hearth burns on the canvas,

Protects the door home.

Who will understand that it is very ashamed to remain wooden,

He will receive a golden key

When victory - with you -

Had Volga with a rainbow-arc-

To whom the lamb stew

To whom the flame, what will transform

One on all God's will,

More free than the wind in the field,

Where the major is executed

Thunderstorm is killed.

The "Society of the performance" is dancing, they sing about love about love,

And on the landing patriot with cosmopolitan

Fought, killed glasses - both at the acting rate,

Both Judomasons are a joint business again tomorrow.

And in the apartment an en-plexistered man walks, brings the cat's cat,

The security platoon is made up of avid terrorists.

Our fakir-TV show, unfastening before shooting the chest,

Dance in the corridors of the authorities with television-ra-zo-blade.

Madame Zosya will remove damage from a flying saucer,

An extremist with a beautiful flag - a tobacker devil -

Will jump out in the right place on the election screens -

A person in galoshes pays for reliable guard.

The conspiracyologist mixed up the Eurasian with the Atlantist,

He spat and cleared the barrel - oh, the bitch, how similar! -

From the point of gaze, the dialectic is three nines, three sixes,

If you like to eat sweetly, in general, the same thing ...

Even sweeter, even further, even more, little, little! ..

Buratino understood everything here, only how it got ...

The tree will save the fire!

The tree will save the fire!

The tree will save the fire!

The tree will save the fire!