у фройлен соколовой день рождения
У фройлен соколовой день рождения
Они прожили пол жизни в стране дурачков
Она была из фарфора, а он из сучков,
Сухим фанерным листом, он прикрывал наготу
А если дятел приснится, просыпался в поту.
Она не красила волосы импортной хной
Ее прическа по жизни была голубой,
Но деревянной душе познать любовь не дано
Она ласкала его, а он лежал как бревно.
She did not paint hair import henna
Her hair was living blue,
But the wooden soul to know the love is not given
She caressed him, and he lay like a log.
In a country are not like us
On the Field of miracles so quietly. (there are no Yakubovich!)
If you are born complete chump
So cheer up, baby! (Grow up and enjoy it!)
The fate of the gathering неисповедима (on the wood or on the furniture!)
Only’t know suffering, doubt pine; (Pine is not знаяет » I know!)
Look, this is not just froze resin RESIN (!)
These are the tears of unrequited love-
In a Magic country, the spring came!
(SPRING! PINOCCHIO! Like the БРЕВНЫШКО!)
On his head a cap (CAP!)
But околпачен will be an enemy. (FOOL!)
It is surrounded by the human rumor, (Dubious nature!)
He is not a toy, he’s alive (He even MOVING!)
He will very soon be here, (Not now!)
Tell me, what is his name?! (As I said, PINOCCHIO!)