Текст песни Хохлома - Под звон боевого ситара

I was a street performer, and in the old days
I was a Red Army accordion.
How to drink tea, Stalin went to us:
You play well. We will send to the moon! ".

Congress of Soviets approved the draft:
In our warm rocket man
Will escape to the stars, the accordion razozhmёt,
Over the airwaves razolёt anthem.

Somewhere over the planet start to sing.
And in response to a rocket start to creak.
Stars like snowflakes outside the window fly
And, as in the picture, I see a number of mountain.

Note lower class I took,
Snow on the ground his trim.
I drive like a sleigh
The slope of the Himalayas at full speed.

I have gathered in the rocket exactly picture.
He gave me a fakir in the village sip the broth.
Bones hall, the world suddenly began to grow,
On the hand beautifully broke the clock.

With a pack of yogurt I began rising.
Will the fakir in the flask was.
I must dance at the bazaar Bombay:
In a glass flask I bring income.

"Goes to us in the valley female nectar
The mountain goddess, and carries sitar "-
At the corners shouting sellers of newspapers.
My fakir sad: for it - Adept.

Birds fell silent and slowly
Tikhvin old man began to breathe.
All over the planet are miracles,
White Light - kindness itself.

From playing the sitar, I began to grow.
The flask is broken down by the power of the game.
Light sitar gaining rhythm
I clench my next pair of tickets to the Crimea.

So he met a young eagle
With your grandmother, his wife.
Enough grandchildren grandfather interfere,
I like to be quiet at sunset.