Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Собрались десять ворчунов...

Ten grumblers gathered,
 There are eccentrics everywhere,
 One said that Goebbels is lying -
 And there are nine of them left.

        Nine grumblers decided -
        Now we quit,
        One began to think silently -
        And there are eight of them left.

 Eight grumblers walked,
 Around the forest canopy,
 One suddenly wrote something down -
 And there are seven of them left.

        Seven grumblers went to a cafe
        Something to eat
        One twisted - that's burda -
        And there are six of them left.

 Six grunts went to the parade,
 One wanted to fall behind
 He was noticed by attack aircraft -
 And there are five of them left.

        Five grunts sat once
        One in the apartment,
        He played Mendelssohn -
        And there are already four of them.

 Four grumblers agreed
 Sigh about the best build,
 But someone's sigh overheard son -
 And there are three of them left.

        Three grouse boulevard walked in,
        Trailed barely,
        One scratched his head -
        And there are two of them left.

 Two grunts take "Main Kampf", -
 Come on, let's see, -
 One, tired of reading, yawned -
 And they are already one.

        The grumbler sang this song
        He could be hanged
        But only sent to Dachau
        All ten met there.

 Adolf decided - well, he kaput
 They will not play tricks.
 But the grumblers are both there and here,
 They are a million times ten.