Сергей Козлов - Грабители - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

By noon, the hare with a bear was squeeed the whole meadow.

"Here it lies inappropriate," Hedgehog thought about the grass.

Ssed up under a bush and began to look like dragonflies fly. River - blue-blue - fled past a hill.

- catch up! - shouted the hare and endured to the river. Spray broke out, hedgehog squinted and saw a rainbow.

- Rest! Said the hare, and they slammed on the sand with a bear.

Hedgehog went up and sat down near:

- Is there a rake?

"Let's do," said the bear.

Then they turned the hay, and it smelled so sweetly that the head was spinning.

Then - the sun sat down behind the forest, and straight rags flew through it.

Hedgehog stood, leaning on a rake, and looked.

- Hey! Hedgehog! Grab! - shouted the hare.

- I robbed! - said Hedgehog. And I thought: "Turn the hay with rakes to rob, and someone has something to take something. Why?"

- Are you robbing? - shouted a bear with a hare.

- Grably!

- And I!

At dusk sat on the porch and, smoking, pulled tea from saucers.

"Scoop tomorrow," the bear cherry said it was important.

- And Skirdim, - Svival's hare.

"Skinger," the bear worked.

"Are we robbers?" "Almost listening to them, I thought hedgehog." - Not. Can not be. After all, if we were robbers - could it really smell the hay so sweet? "

© Sergey Kozlov