Текст песни Александр Левин - Промычалки

Be afraid, be afraid of me, darling!
I'm not a storehouse of macaroni,
no mustache Machu Picchu,
eater meatballs.
I does not matter nizachemny
yes boss
resolver silly tales
and mychalok Moidodyr.

No rest from mychalok
popsovatym and serious,
do not hide in the cellar quiet,
not recede pillow.
Your kids through schёlku
prozhuzhzhat you mychalku
and seventeen silly tales
retell close to the text.

Darling, darling, poor Aunt
pasta and meatballs,
food safety
sex and nutritious!
You're stronger than anyone in the world,
even the time and place,
ant and crocodile,
Mexican volcano.

But mychalki and vopilki
not subject you, darling,
Zeus them wholeheartedly
hit and they can not.
And they themselves quietly,
and you - day and night,
both simple Moidodyr
to my mother's bedroom and back.

Save me, darling,
I will arise and disperse!
You will be pleased with, my dear,
how to carry me to the grave.

July 17, 2000