Lyrics Веня Дркин - Тараканчики

Once a long time ago, when people did not have all the tram and trolleybus lines, and the tram and trolleybus lines were led somewhere in Buaerai, in ravines, in the dense Murom forests, one trolley bus went and got lost. And they say that one day at midnight can be seen, he goes and all shines with lights like the flying Dutchman ...
And now, one day, I had to go from the city of Lugansk Glorious to the glorious city of Krasnodon. Ride - minutes forty, time later. I needed to drive through the whole city to some intersection - there are workers buses. I stood an hour, there was a half and a trolleybus goes here. Naturally, I, without hesitating, jumped into him, in the back door, slapped on the shoulder of some man in a hat and say: "Male, sell me a twin!" He turns the face taken by time - "ha ha ha!" - a toothless mouth on me ... I was afraid, I was not a joke and realized that this is really the most trolleybus ghost. Well, here in the reproducer driver: "Come here, good well done!" I was afraid, I am not a joke at all ...

I am going, and everyone laughs, the hands pull some bony ... I go to the driver. He has a windshield wanishly web, instead of the keychains hang real bats - they also dare about something in his own ... And he asks me: "I ask for me such a question, which no one asked me for these thousands of years." And from three attempts, naturally, as in any fairy tale. Says: "If you ask - I will take you where it is necessary, if you are repeated - you will go with us forever." Here I have a cold hail - Dzin-Dzin - these drops are broken about the floor, I say: "How many stars in the sky?" - "ha ha ha!" - Since I am some kind of astronomical figure. I say: "How many bones in the body of the dog?" - "ha ha ha!" - Since I have some other digit. I think: "Well, everything ..." And here, literally, the roof goes out, almost in loss of consciousness - well, agree, scary! We grab about the handrail, I wonder and here such a thought, there is absolutely through some kind, I say: "And why don't the cockroaches live in handrails of trolley buses?" He sat down, says: "You know, no one else asked such a question ... I will take you, where you need." I took the Spirit. Pause ... And then he asks: "And you generally know, who are such cockroaches?" I say: "Well, there are some kind of kinds there, run ..." - "Eh, buddy, but you don't know anything!" And so he tells me the legend of the cockroach. That is, this is the very beginning ... "I still told me my grandmother (you can imagine how it was a long time ago) ..." And now he begins to tell:
Once, a long time ago, when people had not yet mastered all the tram and trolleybus lines, and these lines were led somewhere in Buaerai, in ravines, in the dense Murom forests, there were very few people, and cockroaches lived with people. They were white, fluffy, slightly more cats and smaller dogs, they had a fruit so sharp, the tail with a tassel, good-kind - everyone understood, that's just not cleaned. Lived with people. Actually, how many people, so many cockroaches. They fed at one table ... Let's say the family of dinner comes out, there is a dad - a cockroach, mother - cockroach, children - Again, some touchscrews ... They are all white, fluffy, stigpous, tail with Tassel, all kind, everyone understands - just do not know how to say ... he will say: "Bring slippers" - he brings. You will say: "Noticing" - he notes. And people had, naturally, the king, and he naturally had a daughter. As you understand, she was - Princess. And, of course, she came to marry her ... Incurrent. They found some prince of imported, in just a pimple, brought, thin-pale ... Wedding. There were few people, in fact, everyone can be attracted to the palace. They called all people, called all cockroaches. And people had a sorcerer, his named. He lived somewhere on the races, in some small hut, his years ago, no one had seen his years, everyone thought he and died for a long time. No, he is not died. And so for