Текст песни Скрипач Вкурилъ - Кот в сапогах

Fiddler Smoked sly like a cat in boots
Kropal shines like the sun in the hands
Passed this bottle in slippery circles
I do not know you personally - I will bring a crash: Oh

Fiddler Smoked thin as Snoop Doggy Dog
Hapaet often and for long, sonny
I go into the cat and over the city was able to
This is a question about the bottle connoisseur

Here the musicians blow not only into their pipes
The salvoes of guns are blown up behind the garages
Passing by do not breathe, and then smoke
Even if not like us in our nature.

Fiddler Smoked Never Taught Music
He piled on the squeak as luck would have it
The entire orchestra is swayed, the sweat is flowing
The conductor throws a stick at his mouth with a stick! "

The violinist smoked like the classics of the genre
Blow out of plastic greedily
Even the eraser is sorry for the curved lines
And therefore I read as is.

In my case there is a bow and a violin
But if there is a che there is a bottle
If there is nothing, the picture fades
But if there is something I carry the good news

2012. Has sung the old a cappella.