Текст песни Группа Диалог - Мышонок и гармонь

A.Chikov

In my small room crust gone dry,
Someone's fate, you see, is lonely, and more bad.
And today I go again, and then sighed:
At accordion mouse gnawed painted fur.

Chorus:
I will teach a mouse to keep the meatball and a spoon,
He gradually realizes how expensive your honest piece.
We will not allow itself to graceful black cat.
Suppose again that our friendship
Garmon submits voice,
Garmon submits voice ...

He is hungry and sad to come back to me from a hole.
I fix the harmonica, accordion certainly correct,
And the mouse will dance diligently in polite circus
And blinked guiltily, vzberёtsya to my palm.

Chorus (2 times)
I will teach a mouse to keep the meatball and a spoon,
He gradually realizes how expensive your honest piece.
We will not allow itself to graceful black cat.
Suppose again that our friendship
Garmon submits voice,
Garmon submits voice ...