Растаманские Сказки - Про олдовых людей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Once upon a time there was an old man with an old woman - not very old, but really old ones. They lived, they, therefore, lived, and suddenly decided to go in the apartment. And then the apartment, albeit small, and the mess in it to the figurine: wherever you look, everywhere there is a mess around, just.

They sat on the sofa and think: where would we start? And sitting is not very convenient - to lie, of course, is very convenient - well, so they lay down. They are lying at themselves, they look at the ceiling, Dzhenis Joplin is listened to, and a slender column of cockroaches with backpacks is marching on the ceiling - from the kitchen through the room and right into the window.

Wow! - says the old woman. Oh, not a fig to yourself! - says the old man. And behind the column of cockroaches there is a column of mice, with bags and carts, and also directly into the window. And after the mice there is a column of rats, and behind the rats there is a column of small policemen, and all with things, with luggage, and in the window.

Then the old man asks the old woman: Hey, mother! And where do they go from us? And the old woman says: hear, father! how do I know? You would have asked them better.

Well, the old man took and asked. And the policemen together in chorus answer: how? Don't you know? After all, the circus arrived there! And everyone leaves to one, and even close the window.

Well, the old man from the sofa was blown up, opened the window, stuck his head, looks - and all this petty evil spirits, it turns out, then fits down the wall directly onto the roof. Then the old old woman says: and we went to the roof! Suddenly there really came the circus?

And the old woman says: no. They do not go to the circus, just with backpacks. Moreover, with carts. It came there something else there. Or even, more precisely, it flew in. But we still won’t get there, because the attic was walled up.

And the old man says: this is only in our entrance. And in the neighboring boys they already made a hole. Come on, in kind, let's see what came there ... or flew in ... In short, damn it, let's go see what is there.

And then they went to the next entrance, crawled out onto the roof - and there is nothing there! Neither the circus, nor something else, no other! The old men stood, scratched the turnip, then crouched, then lay down, and the roof is warm, and in the sky the sun, and such small clouds calmly swim, without straining. And the old man says: it means that it is one of the two. Or they flew away - or we were indulgent. And the old woman says: I wonder, and why would it bend us? You and I have not even smoked for a month.

The old man says: it cannot be! so that we and for a month and not smoke? And the old woman: I tell you exactly, they didn’t smoke - the last time they had been stuck on your birthday. And the old man: Yes ... and then we were dumbfounded then! And then silence: they lie, silent and remember. In kind, coolly stuck! And after all, not all of the grass was smoked then, and the Pakanchik had to stay, was hanging out somewhere around the apartment, now you have to go, just find it - I suppose, I suppose, lies ... or for the refrigerator ... If the mice did not drag ... damn it! What mice?