Текст песни Борис Бурда - Благодарственный гимн комаров

For a long time all the mosquito tribe died of hunger,
Whenever geologists are old friends.
You’ll be hungry, you’ll see - it’s ready
Two-legged, hornless free dining room!

For a mosquito hunter Lafa - ready to play him!
You learn a mile away from the smell of cloves,
When you ring on a guitar, you'll find it from far away
In the spirit of alcohol - for sure!

Two mosquitoes weakened from hunger dreamed:
"Ah, why are geologists not looking for gold here?
Dear geologists, go eat,
You are the most desirable deposit for us! "

Come to us, geologists, catch, big and small,
In the morning we’ll take a turn under your mosquitoes,
Healthier than currants, tastier than pie
One hundred grams of geologist’s blood in Taiga sauce!