Растаманские Сказки - Сказка про Мышу - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And here is a story from the life of an old custom. He wakes up, in short, the old custom -made in his hut and thinks two thoughts. First thought: Oh, Nishtyak. Well, this is a purely abstract thought, it is he who always thinks so for the season as he wakes up: Oh, Nishtyak. Because Nishtyak is in kind. The body is like a feather, the roof is like a plush, inside the stomach is emptiness. But the second thought, he thinks: it would be nice to get up and something from yesterday’s nishtyaks would be nice to sharpen. Because there Nishtyakov remained normally, such as a bank of carcasses, a bunch of bread, potatoes are half-placed, in short, a fig is left for himself. And so he gets up and goes to sharpen them.

And Nishtyakov, in short, is not. An empty cauldron is standing, and that’s it. There is not even bread left. There is nothing in short, in short. And now the Writama thinks loudly: who was my nishtyaki all overwhelmed? And from under the cabinet a dumb, dumb voice speaks: it was me that my nishtyaki flashed !!! Tramaman was even surprised: that is, how is it “I got into your nishtyaki”? It cannot be this, just that I am not my nishtyaki. And just do you, you know, do not plant, because there is no bazaar for your nishtyaki. Where, in general, is your nishtyaki on my hut? You are chasing, in short, oh, you are chasing ... And the voice says to him: moron! I repeat again: I chopped your nishtyaki! And the remamant says to him: and who are you just such that you call me a moron on my fluat. Well, fucking, if you are so cool, get out under the closet, I'll show you right now who is the master in the house. And the voice answers him: yes, I'm cool! Hold on, goat, for a chair, I'll get out to you now!

Well, the customaman, in short, took up the chair. It stands, looks, but no one will come out under the cabinet. Well, in short, he drove for about half an hour and went for bread. He returned, sat down. Suddenly he hears from under the closet: dude, it’s good to drive! Give me bread!

The retanam looks there, and from there a green mouse with red eyes climbs a characteristic gait. And he says: Well, give me a bread! And the dile to her: Khvyushki! It was not fig that it was a moron to call me. Well, climb back under the closet, do not bother me to hail. Then the mouse will climb under the closet and from there the baking: Gandon you, fuck your mother! A piece of bread for the poor mouse, and then clamped! Well, wait: I'll get out at night, I’m groaning again.

And dumped. And the Plastaman evicted for treason. He either sleeps or hangs at night. The situation does not control, in short. And the mouse, she, first of all, does not sleep at night, in the dark she sees everything, it is now necessary to hide the hawchik from her so that she does not imprison him. It was so strained, in short as in the war, now you won’t smoke normally, all the time you have to think for mouse so that it does not get anything. He scored a scythe, smoked - but he does not rush! Such, fucking, mouse - came and the whole buzz was forever broken.

Then the customaman thinks: this is probably now we need to find a Poster's cat and sign it so that she figures out with the mice. And to find a remaman cat is not a problem. Because she got drunk like in the evening of custom -made milk, and still lies in the middle of the hut, like a bag with a drama. And now the mall begins to slow down it, by the ears, by the mustache, by the tail and so on. In the end, she opens her left eye and says: Oh, Nishtyak! And now it would now be imprisoned by Nishtyakov. Then the customaman patiently and intelligibly cuts her into the situation with Nishtyaks and the vile mice, which must be urgently gang. The cat listens carefully, and then says: well, dude, I really understood that there will be no breakfast today, right? Well, then I still get drunk, okay? And closes his left eye back.

And then friends-Rastamans come and find their friendly on the floor near a completely killed cat on a terrible betrayal. And they say: not Rezh, dude! Now we will smoke and poured this mouse so that it does not bospered here. And they mouse them with the cabinet: you will fuck me, the horses are red-eyed! Breaks up, in short. And the C-the cabinet does not come out.

Then the mentamans fierce and develop a brutal plan, how to expel this mouse under the closet and severely punish. In short, it means this: two remamans should stand on chairs and coward the cabinet on top, another remamant must knock on the closet with a fist, another will spit under the closet with a mop, and e