Текст песни Мертвий Пiвень - Агов, мої маленькi чортенята

Hey my little chortenyata!
From the suite I have vypuschu the world -
where blood cherlenyatsya love,
where passions and divide roll ...
I - your father, so be true to me!
(Which rhymes wrong in your head!)
but when the heart consists of poems -
beautiful as the wings of doves,
which then hope! ..

So - in the world, by deed charm!
Hey, my little chortenyata!

Rhetoric and poetics academies -
Hyde Square as the bottom of the river!
Tselodnevnym overheard in a whirlwind,
those rhymes - in spite of teachers
(The teachers seem hostility)!

[Or in the field as the green pilgrimage -
read poetry grass and wind ...
And try, I beg you,
that sycamore silent tears wiped,
the sky, leaning, nasluhalo,
that always was inspired Soloviy ...
Praise vozdavshy time daring,
animals and shepherds bless! ..

So - in the world, by deed charm!
Hey, my little chortenyata!