Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Мыши

Everyone that wants something and hears,
Even anyone, even me and you.
In the house we lived greyish mouse -
Gray shirt, gray tails.
Destiny did not decide not to be heard by,
Pacific polushёpotAom rustling
And bringing up the gray, gray
Identical mice.

Gray window grilles,
Grey whitewash, gray destiny.
Mom sang gray little mouse:
- Sleep, my boy gray, sweet, bye-bye.
Gray lives without the hassle
You and I are not afraid of the gray cat,
And who would not be gray, inconspicuous -
He will take it and.

Everyone that wants something and hears.
Pups will grow gray, like a mother.
Gray cat catches gray mice,
Mice inhabit the gray house.
Because it opened:
Grey with each other at the same time.
Gray shirts in stores
All sold out long ago.