Текст песни Сергей Пенкин - Сверчок

He lived
One like finger
Character is not easy.
Once from the birthplace
Cricket brought himself.
And there became a cricket with him,
Attentive heated.
A little midnight -
Got a bow
And the concert began.
The repertoire was not like:
In the heat, frost and rain
Cricket on violin played
Always one and that
But man was listening glad
Good game.
He recalled the birthplace
And a poplar on Jura.
And bitter roads
And last spring
But one day he brought
And introduced his wife to his home.
They met happily cricket,
Do not smash much.
Wrapped a gray sleeper
And played immediately.
And only he is on trouble,
Did not let the bow ...
Screaming woman:
- I will leave
Kohl do not waste cricket

Well, who told you,
That cricket
Does not understand words?
He broke in a blank bow,
Over the door -
And it was like!
Not about the cricket Rada,
On the cold trembling:
He did not want to interfere with a friend
Naive soul ...