Текст песни Владимир Качан - Грустный заяц

Tram-pam-pam, tram-pam-pam,
Beats the hare on the drum
From dawn to dawn
Exactly ten years in a row.
And this work for him
Tired, they say.
His hare is waiting at home
And the fire burns in the furnace.
The hare says to her quietly: -
"I'm tired," he says.
"I understand, it's very sad
Wife agrees
But still cabbage
Day and evening needed.
I certainly know too
That there is no art in this,
But we still have to pay
Over the stream and moonlight.
So don't be bullshit
And don't jump high.
And please try
Hit this one like him. "
Ears slumber on the pillow
The working day is over.
Drum mallet
The heart rushes in the chest.
The hare sleeps with its eyelashes drawn together.
And, of course, he has a dream.
The hare dreams for a long, long time
Golden accordion.