Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Дура

Poems by Arthur Glushkov

I.

Ah, a fool with a bucket goes in the rain
It goes after the rain, night and day
And if she’s scared, she sings about
Like rain knocking on the porch outside the window
Like rain knocking on the porch outside the window

I I.

And before Dura, a forest suddenly grew
Not so scary, but full of miracles
And Dura should go around him,
But, something whispers: “Go, go ...”
And so she enters, and to meet her Wolf
Forty years and not very tall
He was not timid, but a song about
How a fool with a bucket goes in the rain

I I I.

Let there be a beginning, let there be an end
Each crumbs let him have a father
Let the rain knock on the porch outside the window
The moon will be at night, and the sun at day
And if you sing, then singing is not about
And if you sing, then singing is not about
How a fool with a bucket goes in the rain
How a fool with a bucket goes in the rain
How a fool with a bucket goes in the rain