Текст песни Олег Борисов - На тенистой улице мой дом

In the shady street of my house
Where do we live with Stepka?
Where do I sing songs to him?
Bayu-bayu-bayushki-bai

Do not be afraid, close your eyes:
It's just a summer thunderstorm
There's no reason to worry at all.
For people like you and me men

We all have one answer
We are clear with you and yes and no
You, my son, are too little
To know who is right, who is to blame

And yet, my son, you do not know,
What are the sad whales,
That there are white elephants
A very large amount

That there is a tall grass
What are the bitter words
But I'll keep you from them
Bayu-bayu-bayushki-bai.