Lyrics Алексей Гализдра - Мать уехала в Париж

Mother went to Paris ...
 Do not need! Sleep, my chizh.
 A-ah! Shut up my son,
 There are no consequences without cause.
 Black, smooth cockroach
 It is important to climb under the sofa,
 From him a wife in Paris
 Do not run away, oh no! Shalish!
 It's boring with us. Mother is right.
 A new smooth, like Bova,
 The new smooth and rich,
 It's not boring with him ... That's it, brother!
 A-ah! Fire burns
 A good window makes a good snow.
 Sleep, my rabbit, ah-ah!
 All in the world of grass-grass ...
 Once upon a time there were two moles,
 Take out your foot from the mouth!
 Sleep, my bunny, sleep, my chizh -
 My mother went to Paris.
 Whose are you? My or his?
 Sleep. My boy, nothing!
 Do not look into my eyes ...
 There lived a goat and a goat ...
 I took the goat to Paris ...
 Sleep, my cat, sleep, my chizh!
 In ... a year ... will return ... mother ...
 Son of a new bear ...
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