Сказка - Колобок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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There were an old man with an old woman. So asks the old man:

- Cook me, old, bun.

- Yes, from what bake something? No flour.

- Eh, the old woman, on the barn, in the slaves, sowed - so it will go.

The old woman did it: you walked, scored two flour, kneading the dough on sour cream, rolled the bun, fried it in the oil and put it on the window.

Tired of a bun to lie down, he rolled down from the window to Zavaling, from Zavaling - on the grass, from the grass on the track and rolled along the path.

Rolling a bun on the road, and towards him hare:

- Kolobok, Kolobok, I eat you!

- No, you do not eat me, oblique, and better listen to what a song I will sleep.

The hunger of the ears raised, and the bunkelock was singing:

I am a bun, bun,

On the barn

Scraped on bubkes

On sour cream bumps,

In the stove of Sazhen,

On the window is waving.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother,

From you, hare, not slyly leave.

And rolled the bun on - only the hare and saw him.

Here is a kobobok on a path in the forest, and towards him a gray wolf:

- Kolobok, Kolobok, I eat you!

- Do not eat me, I'll drink you a song. - and bunkelock:

I am a bun, bun,

On the barn

Scraped on bubkes

On sour cream bumps,

In the stove of Sazhen,

On the window is waving.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother,

I went from the hare,

From you, wolf, not slyly leave.

Kobokok rolled down - only his wolf and saw.

And the bear comes to meet him, the bushes to the ground neut.

- Kolobok, Kolobok, I eat you!

- Well, where are you, eat me! Listen to my song better.

Kolobok sang:

I am a bun, bun,

On the barn

Scraped on bubkes

On sour cream bumps,

In the stove of Sazhen,

On the window is waving.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother,

I went from the hare,

I left the wolf,

From you, Bear, walking to leave.

And rolled Kolobok - the bear just watched him.

Rolling a bunker, and meets him a fox:

- Hello, Kolobok! What are you fitting, rumbling!

"The kolobok is glad that he praised him, and sang her song, and Lisa listens and even closer sinking:

I am a bun, bun,

On the barn

Scraped on bubkes

On sour cream bumps,

In the stove of Sazhen,

On the window is waving.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother,

I went from the hare,

I left the wolf,

From the bear gone,

From you, Lisa, not slyly leave.

- Nice song! - Lisa said. "Yes, it is a misfortune, a dove that I began to become staring badly." Sit down to me on the muzzle Yes, it is still sudden.

Kolobok was delighted that his song praised, and and I got:

- I am a kolobok, a bun ...

And fox him - am! - And ate.