Текст песни Тикки Шельен и Башня Rowan - Про Гитлера

In our garden on a dunghill
Hitler hatched - such a tiny one.
Small - and furious.
Small - but nimble.
The antennae are square, the broom is a broom.

Hitler - he is in kind Hitler, la la la la,
Rebzya, let’s catch Hitler.

Hitler hatched and darted into the hole,
He smoothed out a mouse and mice.
Small - and furious,
Small - but cunning.
Square antennae stick over lip.

Hitler - he is in kind Hitler, la la la la,
Rebzya, let’s catch Hitler.

Three years have passed, we have long forgotten
What in our basement Hitler wound up.
We put beets and cabbage there
Poured potatoes and fat from the pig.
Hitler ate potatoes, ate cabbage,
He became big and strong - he grew up with a house.
He roams at night, stamps his feet,
Even somehow it’s scary what will happen afterwards.

Hitler - he is in kind Hitler, la la la la,
Rebzya, let’s catch Hitler.

No more lard, onions and potatoes,
And it’s scary to visit our neighbors.
Hitler in the garden of the march sings.
And it was necessary to crush Hitler in time.