Текст песни Глеб Самойлов и Ва-Банкъ - Сказки

1) Different thoughts climb into the soul,
Stamps.
Books are no longer a gift ...
Sorry!
What will I give my baby?
To your short leg?
Your blue-eyed?
Fairy tales!
Stuffy.
Flies jump on the walls
Their love sways on the abdomen ...
It's empty.
What can I give you
So that it immediately becomes interesting to you and me?
Disgusting!
Maybe rum to us in a circle
Drink for love, my baby?
My short foot?
My blue-eyed?
Fairy tales!..
2) As the great Karl Marx wrote -
A new day of unfulfilled affairs.
It’s necessary that there are already sparks in the brain,
It is necessary that the brain on one side!
As the great Karabas wrote -
And this is the main point,
And this is the main point,
And this is the main point!
Stuffy.
Flies jump on the walls
Their love sways on the abdomen ...
It's empty.
What can I give you
So that it immediately becomes interesting to you and me?
Disgusting!
Maybe rum to us in a circle
Drink for love, my baby?
My short foot?
My blue-eyed?
Fairy tales!..
3) Letters from Istanbul,
Guests from Shanghai ...
Fairy tales!
Will pretend - we are all from China!
Fairy tales!
Crawl around the screen
Hanging around the resorts ...
Russian clowns - we are all idiots !!!
Fairy tales!
Fairy tales!
Fairy tales!
What would we do with you
To immediately become interesting?
Maybe get a divorce -
Yes, I'm afraid we will cut off the leg in vain!
Maybe it's better not to try?
Let it be so, my baby!
My short leg!
My blue-eyed!
Fairy tales!
Fairy tales!
Fairy tales!
Fairy tales!
Hot!
Different thoughts, cliches climb into the soul.
Books have ceased to be a gift - it’s a pity! ..