Текст песни Александр Левин - Мехая лисиц

Zhizhih muhoholey in the sky
He echoed the cry sad,
long wings waving,
flying to the east.
He is sitting on a stump foxes,
stout, a bit small,
tensely thinking
on the problem of losing weight.

& Quot; That is, for example - thinking -
flies speckled hens.
But where it flies,
if - how to catch him ?!
And you want - thought -
merzaytsa eat pleasant,
so have him run! ..
No, lose weight, lose weight, lose weight ... & quot;

On the stump he sits losing weight,
mehovata-Lisaveta.
Under a bush rather wind
and comparatively winter.
Silence fell on the coat
down and a little pepper.
In the sky, waving muhohuli
east, east ...