Lyrics Гавриил Лубнин - Жил-был итальянец

I'm talking about drinking Pinocchio
I will draw you a picture
Don't take an example from him
Peanut and Pioneer

I came from logs I
Hello cute universe
Pinocchio was born
The first thing I took was drunk

Somehow wise tortilla
Piiiit child banned!
I'll take your hair away
Fist break my nose
Wooden wine sucker!
And to the bottle so as not to climb -
Do not let in the wonderland!

Could he drink the alphabet ...
For three soldiers a month to live
He is with the fox Alisoy and the cat Basilio
year thump in brasilio

And now he hears the bass
He dreams of Karabas

Karabas Barabasovich Alibasov!

Was not shaved and smelly
Poured mice to bat

And the dense cricket
He was holding a fool!

He Malvina with Artemon
Drink wine and rum
And in non-drinker Piero
Cognac poured bucket

With durimar zabuhali
And they put leeches on bread .............

.... Zaaatyanulo brown mud
Papa Carlo with Pinocchio.

You are one of the first drinkers.
Wooden italian

I was in vain
Old Carlo with a red face

All his life, Pinocchio hung around the bars
And got very drunk humpbacked and old
Lame and poor. Toothless legless.

I did not get into wonderland ....
And wandered into the impassable forest ...
Lousy beard overgrown ...
Turtle broke nose

I died there - vile drunk
Italian wooden ....