Текст песни детское - Песенка про Суок

Live in the magic box,
grow in it every day
In it - the present time.
And the future in it.
Colored walls once fall,
You will see from the scene a diverse person.

Roads rainily rolled around.
With artists, with gymnasts you grow up, bitch
On the wire thin will pass once you
Above Youth Louds, over Homon Crowd

Rolling, magic boxes in your distant hard way
Friends here are real, and you do not forget them.
Let the acrobat have an unimportant affairs,
You will not be rich, but you will be fun.