Текст песни Иваси - Кренделя

Oh, what a pretzel we weaved,
Oh, how florid was every dialogue,
And a poor phone from such realities
I broke down, because I could not bear it.

But day goes by day and time changes everything
Your tone is not at all what it was yesterday
And in the depths of the automatic telephone exchange the contact connects
Alas, they are no longer our numbers.

Your fragile voice no longer sounds for me,
Some villain, dodger and rhymer
Puts noodles for you through the holes on the pipe,
And strictly, where it should go.

And you are still young, so that the truth from deception
At least somehow distinguish in defiance of the enemy,
And neither books nor mom will help you,
And even I won't help.

You will become smarter, you will figure it out yourself
Who is right, who is wrong, who is a cheat, who is a rhymer,
You will understand that noodles are compared to pretzels
It does not go into comparison.