Текст песни Виссарионович Костян - Мы все чуть-чуть в гостях у сказки

How much will I still be?
How much before the Sunday land?
Maybe this longing for the time being ...
“I don't know ... and it depresses me!”
I don’t know ... and not even though I want to know!
Everything seems to be serious - why am I joking?
Why so stupid and crudely stitching?
Why do I survive so diligently
At that time, the best ... - I would go to the doctor ...

“But where is this doctor?” - Tears and cuts fruit peels into pieces ...
Old man...
And in ancient hands, not a hint of weakness.
In calm and wise green eyes, the whole world drowned.
He drowned and dried out, and did not flinch ... and stood up ...

Is the old man a sorcerer? - twists the mustache, but whistles ...
It would seem - what? - and the eyes are not glass ...

The sunset sun will be played in rolled up jars with crust jam ...

And all the kitchen utensils
Dare to admire it ...
Gazing from heaven their little shelves.