Текст песни Смешарики - Умные Боги выдумали ноги

I run through the Doro-of-the-Aage,
I lift up to the top but-oh-oh-OIG,
Look out nedotrah-of-the-OIG,
Runs desperate athlete. Do not be left without attention-ah-anya, my spirited run yet-to-Asnieres, and regulating the breath-and-a-Asnieres, I send greetings to all! Wise gods, but to invent-o-gi! As well come up with one-of-the-GR What if you think Neohim-o-o-ota, and grown hateful robo-of-the-ota, and in my head solid raisins. You can bully leg-and-a-Separated And regardless of propriety-and-a-th, run forward without understanding-and a- nd, Where are you actually running away! Wise gods, but to invent-o-gi! And it's not in the results-and-a-ath, Prizes, etc. are not a hundred-and-a-ati, they can hang in their homes-and-a-ati, or to donate to the museum. Feeling much more expensive-ee-ene and tight muscles Shortening-ee-ene, and of course admiration-ee-ene, colleagues friends and acquaintances! Wise gods, but to invent-o-gi!