Текст песни Чёрный Лукич - Колобок

Wound bun
Down the hill went down
No paths, no roads.
To the foreign house
I asked for it, I was invited
And then he could not leave.

Sadness is my dear sister
I saw off to the doorstep
Mother - grumbled parting
Collected for the road
That warm spring.
That warm spring.

Masquerade clothes -
All sackcloth and mat
No face, no skin.
Unwinding your handkerchief
Began to look for someone else's mouth
Yes hesitated a bit.

And in basins, in bowls
The rain hits with peas -
Poor wooden spoons.
Bad for birds, bad for cats,
Bad pawns, bad bipods
Bad for Pashka and Antoshka