Lyrics Машина времени - Песенка про корову
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Кто бы мне сказал в письме или словом
Отчего печаль присуща коровам
Отчего лежит она в поле не скачет
Отчего мычит она, будто плачет?
А с чего корове той веселиться
И удой плохой, и надо телиться,
Если кормят их, бедняг, только сеном
А ежели что не так - по спине поленом.
И поля зовут, но бежать не стоило
Все равно найдут - за рога и в стойло
Ежели с детских лет коровьи души
Лечит старый дед кнутом пастушьим
Ежели веру в чудо у ней убили,
Ежели было худо и не любили,
Ежели даже кто-то холит и нежит,
Так это только тот, кто потом зарежет.
Я ее ласкал и кормил шоколадкой,
А себя терзал ужасной загадкой,
Что вот она моргает и не понимает,
Что взгляд ее мне что-то напоминает.
Who would tell me in a letter or a word
Why sadness is inherent in cows
Why does she lie in the field
Why does she moo as if crying?
And why should the cow have fun
And the milk yield is bad, and you have to calve,
If they are fed, poor fellow, only with hay
And if something is wrong - on the back with logs.
And the fields are calling, but it wasn’t worth running
They’ll find it anyway - by the horns and into the stall
If from childhood a cow’s soul
Old grandfather treats with a shepherd's whip
If faith in a miracle was killed in her,
If it was bad and did not like,
If even someone is grooming and undead,
So this is only the one who then slaughter.
I caressed her and fed her chocolate,
And tormented myself with a terrible mystery,
That she blinks and doesn’t understand,
That her look reminds me of something.
Why sadness is inherent in cows
Why does she lie in the field
Why does she moo as if crying?
And why should the cow have fun
And the milk yield is bad, and you have to calve,
If they are fed, poor fellow, only with hay
And if something is wrong - on the back with logs.
And the fields are calling, but it wasn’t worth running
They’ll find it anyway - by the horns and into the stall
If from childhood a cow’s soul
Old grandfather treats with a shepherd's whip
If faith in a miracle was killed in her,
If it was bad and did not like,
If even someone is grooming and undead,
So this is only the one who then slaughter.
I caressed her and fed her chocolate,
And tormented myself with a terrible mystery,
That she blinks and doesn’t understand,
That her look reminds me of something.