Текст песни 1972 год - Вы не поверите,но точно гад я буду...

You will not believe , but precisely bastard I'll
You will not believe , but precisely bastard I am ,
What I understand the language of animals and birds.
I cry more chickens there,
From the depths of dietary eggs.

I talk with fishes creature
Buy bream and come in a pond,
From bugs to Sosedkina wallpaper,
For they to me and not crawl .

Recently furious - killed an old woman ,
Which feed the pigeons .
They'll coo to her: - Let's crust ,
Well fed, reptile , its grains ?

I once heard already gone immediately ,
That was under his hand , and took strong enough.
- Well you offend birds , the infection ? -
And the urn on her hood down .