Текст песни Александр Новиков - Шплинт

Musal the old accordion
Uncle Splint's housemate.
I plucked a little on the cards
And at the distributions he made a feint.

Sat, as usual, of course,
For beliefs, like old.
And his first friend is cordial
There was a cyclopean knopar.

And uncle told us sternly:
- Do not want to blush - do not wag.
You can’t cut - don’t touch the knife,
Do not want to sit - do not shoot!

But that would be all - flowers,
Whenever God gives him
The most charming daughter
And from another, all over.

And once, after midnight
He caught us quietly,
I lit a fire, said: “God help you ...” -
And he began to cut everything.

And uncle told us sternly:
- Do not want to blush - do not wag.
You can’t cut - don’t touch the knife,
Do not want to sit - do not shoot!

And since then with his dagger
He threatened to Doomsday.
She ran away from home
And never came back.

And uncle sat in the old limp,
God knows what is sold to whom
Debris dusting the key
And so missed him.