Текст песни ppti - Бабушкины сказки

On a winter evening in the backyards
Rollicking heap
On snowdrifts, on hillocks
We go, we wander home.
Hate the sleigh
And we sit in two rows
Listen to grandma's tales
About Ivan the Fool.
And we sit, barely breathing.
Time is on by midnight.
Pretend not to hear
If mom calls to sleep.
Tales are all. It's time in bed ...
But how can one sleep now?
And again we are stale
We begin to pester.
Grandmother will say timidly:
"Well, sit until dawn?"
Well, what do we care?
Say yes say.

Yesenin S.A.