Текст песни P.S. 27 - Филипка

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

Rats are hung on the canes,
Spilling red rum.
But badger, rude holes,
Picks the black mill.
It is not easy for crotes,
If they pick them up.
And without the end of the father of thirty
Round with the severity of beetles.

Here, the end of my purchases,
Even Filin will confirm
He will respond to the nest,
Something dropping from the height.

Bald messed with a barn,
Running the nostril pea.
Cat Corps Treatise China
"Trelli Solovya was lying."
Well, we will go, jump the violin,
And the postscript will sound:
"I would be a simple Philipka,
Once it is impossible - I go home. "

Here, the end of my purchases,
Even Filin will confirm
He will respond to the nest,
Something dropping from a height.