Текст песни Григорий Гладков - Сверчок

A cricket chirped all night
In the corridor under the chest.
Squeaks rustles and silence,
And then again for the whole house.

The whistle will start chirping
He will start his hurdy-gurdy again.
It will crack again with a rattle,
A rattle will begin to rattle.

I lay on my left side,
He turned over to his right side.
Who prevents the cricket from sleeping
Why isn't the cricket sleeping?

Maybe he's with a lonely bug
He talks about life,
Can a jar with an empty pod
Without closing his eyes, he guards.

It rustles like a bunch of grass,
The way the kettle whistles exactly.
Not a lucky cricket
Keeps me awake all night.

I took a stick and knocked
With a thick stick on the chest.
And then the cricket fell silent,
The cricket seemed to be scared.

It became scary from all sides
Very dark shadows converged.
Why is he silent, where is he?
Hey, cricket, old man, answer me!