Lyrics Марина Меламед - Куда сбежало молоко

Lyrics author: Glanz Anatoly

One morning, in the cold of evil,
Sister Sophia came to me.
All true poets
were not indifferent to her.
And the old noble Donald
she sent a basket of apples,
pieces of cakes, calico mass,
braid, white, lace
And how children loved her!
She sang songs to them,
could give them a bucket of sour cream
and apples of any variety.
And then one day, in the cold evil
Sister Sophia came to me.
She was completely thin
And she told me. bending over:

- O my beloved brother Vincenzo!
I know what you do not know
neither you nor our mother is an old woman
Neither Kant nor Leibniz nor Laplace!

- Have mercy, Sophia, God be with you,
You are so excited, sister.
You didn't even like that
when they stole our chickens.
When the bug is chewing the leaves,
ate lemons and olives,
attacked ficuss and peanuts,
gnawed pistachios and almonds.
When an extraordinary downpour
what did grandfathers not see
poured persimmon, bananas, books,
nuts, mango and garlic.

Then Sofia answered:
- Imagine, Vincenzo, in the kitchen
I put the pot on the fire,
milk is poured into it.
Vincenzo, you won't believe me. -
it boiled and ran away.
I looked up by chance
And suddenly I saw - where!
- Have mercy, Sophia, God be with you!
- O my precious brother,
I know, I know, I know, I know
where the milk goes.

“Wow,” Vincenzo said. -
I love milk from the cradle,
but I never had to see
where it suddenly runs away.
I have lived in the world for many years
I try to be honest at work
fields of flowering radish
fertilized with superphosphate,
but never seen in life
and submit can not imagine
and understand not understand
where the milk goes.

Then Sofia exclaimed:
- Come on, look, brother beloved.
I'll show you now,
and you will see it yourself.
And Vincenzo cried out loudly:
- Come quickly! will you show me!
And I will see! I'll see,
where does the milk go!
- Do you know how to wash, brother?
And brush your teeth? And coffing?
Be honest, modest and neat
almost any time of the day?
- I can do it all, Sophia, -
said confidently to Vincenzo.
- Then go, and you look,
where the milk goes.

Learn, children, in high schools
on & quot; good & quot; and on & quot; great & quot ;.
The time will come - you will understand
what poems are written about.
The time will come, you will understand
where do caravans go,
where does the health go,
where the milk goes.

And before. how do we say goodbye
you see - stand aside,
you hear - stand and cry
And Kant, and Leibniz, and Laplace.
They are not stupid guys
but everyone studied at & quot; terrible & quot ;,
and never see them
where the milk ran.