Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - что за глупый Скворец

Andrei Makarevich

 Where are we against nature?
 And it's rubbish, and the end of the summer.
 And only arguing with the weather,
 Sing some stupid starling.
 Friends have long otsvisteli
 And flying away, was called with:
 & Quot; And tomorrow, strike up a blizzard,
 Who are you going to need in the winter? & Quot;

 And he, eccentric, could not understand in any way:
 To fly,
 Why his name somewhere,
 If there is his house, his songs,
 His birthplace here
 And who in the spring of his trill needed
 If the spring and without spring,
 And who said,
 With the end of winter songs? -
 It is not the end!

 What a silly starling!
 What a silly starling!
 What a silly starling!

 And the people were hiding in fur
 And raised collars.
 This now needs daredevils!
 Shelter snow alley
 Perhaps, it was only slightly warmer
 From his lonely song ...