Текст песни Доктор Александров - Ладошечка

On a three-legged stool
At the table in the old kitchen
Spill amused
White vodka dope.
A glass is playing with faces and beckoning
Let’s just left to the left
And the native will go
Like a palm in your pocket.

And along the Yamskaya-Don
Stroking my eyelashes.
Dreaming of summer, steppe, wormwood-grass,
Nocturnal, bonfire smoke.
But the sun doesn’t warm me in winter
Portal of the lower back -
Handy summer sweetness
Until the cold morning.

And on the tram to the house
Five minutes where cheesecakes are waiting,
Mug with milk, jam,
Golden quinoa.
It’s a pity that people went different
My children’s toys.
Forgot, confused
Carefree years.

When I get a little older
Of course I will be better -
I will be affectionate and tender
Kind, sweet and simple.
My bonfires will get the sky
And the evil clouds will embrace
All the bezmelitsy will melt
And scatter like smoke.

I'll learn more maybe
Understand women's views
If the sun is near
Weasel is my swallow.
Melting love under a sad mask
I live in moisture
I'll give her a drink in the palm of my hand
I’ll give a drink about the far sea.

In the meantime, on a stool
I'm sitting in the old kitchen
Spill amused
White vodka dope.
A glass is playing with faces and beckoning
Let’s just left to the left
And the native will go
Like a palm in your pocket.