Текст песни Король и Шут - Жаль, нет ружья

Old creaking wheels of carts,
Mare spanked hoof on the dirt .
Tired grandfather smoked and thought about accommodation ,
Mare 'he said : & quot; faster in the village take me ! & Quot;

Sorry, no guns !

But the alarming looked toward the woods .
& quot; Volkov sensed & quot ;, - have realized , that hour is his grandfather .
& quot; Ride gallop , if not live tired ,
Until it popped shaggy our neighbor ! & Quot;

Sorry, no guns !
Ferocious predator in the evening damn dangerous!
And to the village - a lot of miles !
Way in the fog mare is not clear !
Is not clear !
Drive on !

But suddenly the mare sharply toward darted ,
Broke up the reins and ran away like a whirlwind .
The cart on its side at the same moment turned
And my grandfather was eaten that night ...

Sorry, no guns !
Ferocious predator in the evening damn dangerous!
And to the village - a lot of miles !
Way in the fog mare is not clear !
Is not clear !

Drive on !