Текст песни Тим Скоренко - Про ослов

Once my good friend bought a cat,
He climbed him and saddled, and announced a horse,
The cat allowed himself to take a haircut, and to cut - did not give:
I had to postpone the dashing gallop on it.

Selling a cat, my friend bought a big dog,
And just as saddled, gave the name - Bucuofal,
But his dog clung to his nose: Dogs can not be sad:
What big would be a dog, for the horse he is small.

My friend gave someone's PSA and acquired a donkey,
And saddled, and cooked, as the right horses,
And proudly left the fourth day,
And I said: "This horse is completely to your face."

Morality is simple: buy Chizhi, cow and mice,
Let the blacksmith bribe them - and there will be a horse trail,
Yes, at least a donkey is assigned a horse, once requires a shower.
But if you are, my friend, died - and driving on the donkey.