Текст песни Маленькие трагедии - Сказочная

Brighter gold flashed days,
And the bear rang.
Catch her, prince, catch,
Zarkan and to the saddle torture!

Through the forest, through ditch, through GY
She rushed to the sorcerer,
So that with the unkind guess, grow
And destroy young spring.

Catch her, prince, catch,
Do not regret the expensive horse.
Look: smoke the stumps,
In Dark Dumps Merzian Fire.

Zarkan and to the saddle torture,
And then in the blue ten
Point for bear-night
Bogatyr PSU to his own.

Dead grip drives dogs,
He is braveled, strong and heter,
He is animal angry Donoz
To sorcerers from time immemorial.

And great joy laughing
Porch porcot,
Quietly pushing: "I love you, prince,
For you, I opened my face. "