Текст песни Гуша Катушкин - Чебурашка-альбинос

do you like to give names to the winds,
sew tag to toys strange;
I choked in crowded trams
to you in a hurry -
not without injury ...
Martha, bursting through the winter,
through the ice blue screens, and

all I could still
sberёg that, you want to please -
it is not homyachёk,
not parrot, not a cat or dog,
and my inner
Cheburashka albino

not visible from the outside, lives quietly inside yourself
or between the pages of the Red Book;
random detail about many times said,
Believe it, and from St. Petersburg to Riga doprygnesh ...

All I could,
still that sberёg,
wants to please you
in the present, not make-believe:
it is not homyachek not parrot, not a cat or dog,
and the inner my very rare animal -
he'll smile, poke nose wet in the palm
Cheburashka albino