Быков - Колобок и педофилы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Russian folk tale about Kolobka and pedophiles

In the distant kingdom, in a police state, an old man and an old woman lived - at the very television screen in the hut. The grandfather asked Baba - bake a bun for me for lunch. I looked at the grandmother's recipe on the Internet, began to look for flour in the buffet; I searched the balcony, searched the toilet, tried to borrow from the neighbors - I got rudeness in response.

I put on a grandmother of a felt boot, went to the highway - I reached the city, settled in line in a savings bank. I took off the last piles from the speaker - I bought a pack of flour in the tent. She returned home, rummaged on the mezzanine - found a pack of yeast and a pinch of salt. I went to church, went to the end of the hall - scrapped from the candlestick of the candle fat. The tired returned, ate Validol from the first -aid kit, lay down, ozked - and to the stove. She blinded the bun, fried a little - yes, she put it to cool on the window.

Kolobok cooled down, the time has come for lunch - and he will chop on the grandfather and his grandfather: “Hands away from me, it will be worse!” Yes, how will he break out the window: “I am small, I am round, I rode on a saucer - my grandmother was mandatory, my grandfather was mentioned! Civil society, grab the pitchfork - beat them, beat, they are pedophiles! ” The police ran in, did not understand - and subjected the elderly chemical castration. And Kolobok remained a good apartment - with a room, a kitchen, a balcony and a toilet.

Kolobok rolls around the district - past benches, painted, green. On the right are fences, on the left of the garages - the trash burns, the homeless roams. The skyscrapers began, the sheds ended - the hare suddenly comes out. There are glasses on the nose, in the mouth of a cigar, in the paws of the two -volume "Classification of Lamarck". The poor fellow was tired, goes from work - all day I accepted the students from the students. I saw Kolobok - froze firmly. Wow, what a strange invertebrate! He grabbed the Kolobok, but he said to him: "Kolobok, Kolobok, I'll take you to the museum!" Kolobok in response: "Please, you are in your right-just give me a mobile phone, send SMS-ko?" He grabbed his cell phone, logged in on the Internet - and let's yell on social networks: “I am small, I am tidy, I rode on a saucer - my grandmother was harassed, my grandfather was helping. So harassed that the half -Twister saw! And now the hare is harassed - I post the video! Civil society, grab the pitchfork - beat the hare, beat the pedophile! ” The police ran in, did not understand - but subjected the hare of chemical castration. And Kolobok got a mobile phone, gold glasses and an inserting jaw - a trifle, and a charm.

Kolobok rolls for another half an hour. Suddenly a fox comes out to meet. On the paw of the fox of the “l-i-s” tattoo, and in the paw the traumatic gun “wasp”. Kolobok and the fox were not afraid, but how he began: “Grandfather harassed me ... my grandmother was harassed, my hare ...” - and the fox in response: “I'm deaf! Go closer - to the very ear ... ”Get curtain a bun - and pressed it to my belly! She shut the bundle of her mouth - fell on her back, but how she would get it! “Oh, God, what is being done, oh, sky !!! The loaf of bread is raping me !!! In the center of the city, the end of broad day - the loaf of bread will rape me !!! Oh, woe to me, oh, shame to me - raises me in a perverted form !!! Citizens, what is it going on? Where is civil society, where are the bloggers, where is the police? " The police came running, did not understand - and subjected a bun of chemical castration. The bun burst, scattered along the path - pigeons flew in, crumbling crumbs ... And everyone also castled chemically. And the property of Kolobok went to the fox! Each pedophile will come its time! The moral of the fairy tale: So it will be with everyone!

Lord, Lord! Lord, Lord! It is clear that you do not love us, Lord! We are all - your children of God. We are all similar to children. If you, Lord, loved us ... They would say about you that a pedophile!

Leonid Kaganov, 07/31/2011, Moscow, Chertanovo