Неуловимый Джо - рыбалка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Once upon a time there was a witch. In a legless hut, not on the forest edge, but in the village. She was an ancient girl, a hundred years old has lost her memory. She spun the yarn, chopped firewood, baked bread from coarse flour. She had a dog, who had been pushed her nose everywhere, for this she turned it into a cat, and he froze - in his summer! - However, thank you for not grunting. In short, they went with a cat to the river - for them it was something like a Hajj in Mecca. They met a fisherman on the river, who said that the river was deep, and there was no crossing on the other side, and if they do not need there, then they are deeply right. He also asked if they had some kind of poison like vodka or foresight, but the witch said-alas, no. And gave the fisherman an old coin. The fisherman planted her on the hook, because It turned out to be a fool, and began to catch a goldfish. The witch said that he makes a mistake, although, of course, he knows better. And he did not answer her. He did not know that the golden fish had long turned into a witch and now with a cat walks along the river bank at an extended arm, which fools like him could not see. And what about the cat? In the meantime, he made a raft, and they crossed the other side without unnecessary trouble, went to visit grandfather Raven. "I would have arrived at you myself!" - said the raven. "We did not want to tear you off from business ..." - "Thank you dutifully! What to treat you, popcorn?" - "You tell us what you saw, where was you?" - "I saw how time is decaying, and how the moron catches the fish on the ruble, saw how the cat builds the raft, was in front of everyone, only no one noticed how I flew behind your back!" The witch and the cat were surprised: “Oh!”, And the raven spread his wings and turned out to be what he was always - road dust. The wind covered on it the traces of the witch and the imprints of cat paws, because we know that everything was wrong - it was a dog, not a cat, and a fish, not a witch. And in the river a coin made of copper on an iron hook bathed - as a reminder of a fool who forgot about the golden key that lay in his pocket, because no one paid attention to him. The foolish fool took the accordion in the palm of his hand and began to scare the fish, showing her his bald, telling her his song about the witch, about the Voron and the dog, which can be found out in a floating cloud, if you look at least from a sense of duty, since there is no other The motive ... A fool sings about this and much more and spits on the fact that the fish has been pecking for a long time. He has no desires that she could fulfill. And the fish, taking a holey coin to myself, went home with a cat. And the dog ran his way.