Текст песни басни Крылова - Стрекоза и муравей

Grasshopper Dragonfly
Red Summer sang;
Did not have time to look back,
As winter rolls in his eyes.

Half dead the open field;
No really bright days of the bole,
As her under each leaf
Was ready and the table and home.

Everything went: a cold winter
Poverty, hunger nastaёt;
Dragonfly I do not sing;
And who will go into the mind
Hungry stomach to sing!

Angry longing dismayed,
To the ant crawling it:
"Do not leave me, brother dear!
Give me you gather force
And just days before the vernal
Feed and heating! "-

"Wives, it is strange to me:
Yes, you worked in the summer eh? "-
Says she ants.

"Before eh, my dear, was it?
In soft glaze with us -
Songs, frolic every hour,
So turn a head. " -
"Oh, you ..."

 - "I have no soul
Summer all sang a whole. " -
"You still sing? This is the case:
So go and just poplyashem! "