Текст песни Детские песни - Зонтики

City invented this one artist,
People there did not know what the rain,
Do not even heard that such an umbrella,
Young people living in the city is.
Only a weirdo or something, in an old raincoat wearing,
Umbrellas sold there in the winter and in the summer,
People seemed very strange all this,
And the old man was no sign.
The Blue Umbrella, Crane umbrella
Black umbrella colorful umbrella,
Lord, buy an umbrella,
Useful, perhaps, you.

They were houses of clay,
From boxes empty car.
Unaware no, aroused
Young people living in the city is.
Young people have concerns:
They went to the movies or to the theater with the work,
In the evening in the entrance of kissing someone.
All they joked and laughed at the old man.

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Small sky once soaked,
The little house trembled glass
And he went to knock a huge rain on the roof,
Runny nose and grabbed people in that city.
Then remembered all about the old merchant,
Rushed to look for it in all the bazaars,
But the trader had disappeared with their goods,
And it remains in the memory of a song about it.

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