Текст песни Калы - Я пробегаю по доро-о-о-оге.

I run for doro-of-the-Aage,
I lift up to the top but-oh-oh-OIG,
Look out nedotrah-of-the-OIG,
Runs desperate athlete.

It does not remain without Atte-and-a-anya,
My spirited run-and-a-Agnès,
And adjusting the respiratory-and-a-Agnès,
I send greetings to all!

Wise Gods
But invented-on-gi!

As is well come up with one-of-the-GR
What if you think NEOHIM-of-the-ota,
And grown hateful robo-of-the-ota,
And in my head solid raisins.

You can bully foot-and-a-nd,
And regardless of decency-and-a-nd,
Running forward without understanding-and-a-nd,
Where are you in fact running away !!

Wise Gods
But invented-on-gi!

And it's not in the results-and-a-ate,
Prizes and other not for a hundred-and-a-ati,
They can hang in their homes-and-a-ati,
Or to donate to the museum.

Where more feeling-ee-ene,
Elastic muscle cut-ee-ene,
And of course the admiration-ee-ene,
Colleagues and friends of friends !!

Wise Gods
But invented-on-gi!