Текст песни Юлия Зиганшина - Гавот неприрученного лиса

If someone's tail is fluffy with a broom,
Someone looks into the forest and does not go to the whistle.
If the whole color is like an autumn leaf,
No doubt about it - it's a fox.

He is a rake, he is cheerful, he is muscular.
It's a fox.
And no one is now a shepherd or a decree for him.
He is a wild fox.
Attacks from behind the scenes every time
Smart Fox.
Do not call him, he passed, sharp-pointed his full face.
The fox is beautiful.

For him, while he is wild, you cannot vouch.
You are not an enemy to him, not a friend, you have nothing to do with it.
But it happens that he suddenly wants to tame you himself,
Taking bread from his hands, he will be forever tamed.

If someone lifts their tail up
And he sucks on the bone very seriously.
If you endure a whip, if you lick your nose,
What a fox he is, now he is a dog.

So that the cunning does not become a suck king.
Wild fox.
Drive him away immediately, otherwise you will be tamed
The fox will become the dog.