Lyrics Александр Пушной и Борис Моисеев - Буратинка

They have lived half their lives in the land of fools.
She was porcelain and he was knots
He covered his nakedness with a dry sheet of plywood,
And if a woodpecker dreamed, he woke up in sweat.
She didn't dye her hair with imported henna
Her hair was blue in life ...
But the wooden soul is not given to know love,
She caressed him, and he lay like a log!

In a fairytale land, everything is not like ours,
It's so quiet on the Field of Miracles ...
There is no Yakubovich !!!
If you are born a complete blockhead
Don't be discouraged, kid !!!
You grow up and enjoy it !!!

On his head is a cap ...
Pinocchio ...
But the enemy will be fooled ...
A piece of wood ...
He'll be here very soon ...
Just some kind of holiday ...
Tell me what is his name?
I said - Buratinka!
Wooden man
He's so hard ...

The fate of Pahlen is inscrutable!
For firewood or furniture!
Only the pine does not know suffering, doubts ...
Pine doesn't know, I know!
Look - it's not just resin frozen!
Resin!
These are tears of unrequited love!
Spring has come in a magical land!
Spring!
Pinocchio!
Similar to a log!

His cap is on his head!
Cap!
But the enemy will be fooled!
Fools!
He is surrounded by rumor!
Doubtful character!
He is not a toy - he is alive!
He even wiggle!
He'll be here very soon!
Not now!
Tell me what is his name?
I told you - Buratinka!