Текст песни Редкая птица - Иван Иваныч

Vladimir Muromtsev

Ivan Ivanovich , dear ,
Why did you go down the legs ,
Why would nod his head ,
Everywhere following us ?
Ivan Ivanovich , God is the judge ,
You know it is not difficult ,
In the remote spaces of existence -
You spirtonalivnoe ship.

Ivan Ivanovich , do not rush ,
Let's talk about that nearer.
Suppose someone is treated in Vichy ,
And someone reigns in Paris .
Ivan Ivanovitch , speaking
He goes into the night , and the night is deserted .
We know for sure you're not a thief -
You spirtonalivnoe ship.