Текст песни Андрей Аверин, Зураб Матуа и Дмитрий Сорокин - Репка

In one Saratov province,
where there is a bastion of peace
One old man, as the Buddha teaches,
stuck a root crop in the ground
The words fell into God’s ears
although I could not believe at all
But the turnip grew mighty
like a glorious city ... Bethlehem
 
But the grandfather’s attempts are in vain,
the root crop clung to the ground
An old man knocks on a shaman tambourine
he calls for help the grandmother
And like a many-armed Shiva,
they grabbed repkin ass
But below is a dark-winged demon,
pulling her back .... to aaaad

But the turnip holds the defense
this rotten fruit is not simple
And even cat's efforts,
go down the drain again
And only the mouse won the turnip,
showing morality to fools
What a pity in the Saratov province, in the village there is no ... tractor