Текст песни Александр Вестов - Чик-чирик

I took shop trading yesterday,
Thomas in the castle Castle in the bushes.
Under the new year on the shelves of tinsel,
The entire pavilion coats and pants.
I candle lantern on the shelves,
Well, I find a little bit not to the form.
But apparently God forgot this village shop,
Or maybe just nursed a grudge.

Chick-Ciric - Keys, locks,
Chick-Ciric - fomochki, lock picks
Chick-Ciric - this time brought,
I thieving habits.

Here I see a chic boxes,
Shoving footed, and he is heavy.
Well, maybe there will be a sense at least,
Along the way there putёvy goods.
I Chick-Ciric, split open the box,
What a mess - there is salt.
The raid came my bezpontovy -
I went in the closet mole.