Текст песни В.Васильев - 13. Урок танцев

It was a dull evening
Of cold metal
Metal winter
Under the feet of the snow.
In a cooled oven
Sparks babbled
You told me:
"The leg itches."

Chorus:
Ah, you better keep quiet
Ah, you better not be angry
And don't annoy again.
You still say "a"
You still "b" tell
You still have to say a word.

And now forward, and the elbow back and forth,
And then back, and the elbow here and there,
Now bend like grass in the wind
And the elbow ... so sawing wood!
Now imagine: the south coast, the sea is splashing,
A chorus of tropical cicadas blows the wind.
But, for God's sake, don't put pressure on my shoulders!
No, it's easier to tug-of-war with you!

Chorus

Well, smile, chin up,
Come on, show me passion fireworks
And again bend like grass in the wind ...
Not! All! Cut firewood !!!

Chorus