Текст песни Иваси - Крибле-крабле-бумс

Now I can’t find the intersection overgrown with grass,
Where I went out of the way and changed my path to not my ...
It’s like someone changed the end of a friend’s tale,
All my roads to the ingenious knot reeling.

And Tsarevich Ivan will not come to his birthplace,
The network will return empty, and the star will go out ...
Let ... Cribble-crab-boom!
Everything will fall into place.

Flashed, running away, not my milestones.
On steep turns, there is no sign of fate.
I go again, and droplets of sweat appear on my forehead.
Where there was a house - there is a river, and there is no bridge over it.

Instead of mountains - wild forest, instead of steppe - swamp and swamps.
Do not recognize a bush, and only one dream -
Let ... Cribble-crab-boom!
Everything will fall into place.

Maybe the traffic light allowed me to go in the wrong direction.
Maybe I was late, maybe the switchman was a little hasty?
Just what reason to talk now about the reasons?
Not the reason is important, the fact is important - the road is not that.

And, like a drunk, I rave in the footsteps of the prodigal son.
And tiredly the mouth begs Christ.
Let ... Cribble-crab-boom!
Everything will fall into place.

Only suddenly that road will turn on a wave of a hand.
And in the eyes of that familiar passage by the river.
We slam the hood, wheel whipping the freeway
We will give horses water, and the gait is four crosses.

And the road itself will lead where necessary
If you're not tired, if I'm not tired
That ... Cribble-crab-boom!
Everything will fall into place.