Mr. Freeman - Пародия-сказка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The author of the text: Hypnocot

- Yes, you are slaves, you are all slaves of comfort! - Timoshka's buffoon soared once again.

- This, sorry, why? - handed out a huge Uznets Antip, who was considered in the village for an authoritative person.

- Weak the stove to make out the stove? - shouted Timoshka with a tear, - crap ??? !!!

“If we make out the stove in the winter,” said Antip, “well, in general ... I came from the pen, lit the stove and look at the light ... warm and pleasant,” Antip smiled pretty.

- So I say, - you are slaves of comfort! Just know how to eat and look at the fire in the stove! - Timoshka did not give up, - you are all fake!

Antip multiplying shrugged and went back to the forge, he considered Timoshka stupid, but many liked his performances.

- Or here's another thing, what is the Paste Paul? - Timoshka poked a finger in a dry peasant.

“So this is ...” the peasant hesitated, “on the mare.”

- And poorly presenting the mare to the first comer? - Timoshka escaped a peasant with such an expression on his face that it seemed to echo itself.

- So this ... why? - the peasant was completely lost with suspiciously looking at the local gypsy Grishka, who immediately began to walk around him immediately demonstrating with his appearance that he was the very first person oncoming.

“You just cannot change anything in your life.” You are captured by poch-dependence! - Timoshka shouted with an angry.

A crowd of peasants rustled merrily, people loved when Timoshka spoke complex words in a ridiculous voice, although no one understood what he was talking about.

- You are just pieces of meat, clamped by the scope of life and work! - the buffoon barked to the joyful noise of the crowd of peasants.

“Mom,” the little girl with a chic scythe pulled the hem of her mother’s sundress, “uncle fool?”

“You're quiet,” the mother shouted at her, “Underwear, do not show your finger.”