Колобок англ.v6

A tale is a lie, yet there's a hint in it, But what it is, I don't know. In the morning the old woman kneaded Some dough from the shed. The kolobok is golden, fresh. It smells so good, oh my. Grandpa, bring quickly for dinner Some lard with a pickle. Chorus. Two kilometers at a run, on foot. To spite the enemies and the whole world. I'll leave the old woman and the old man And I'll finish singing this song. Two kilometers at a run, on foot. To spite the enemies and the whole world. I'll leave the old woman and the old man And I'll finish singing this song. Verse 2 On a stump a fox was sitting. She senses something smells tasty. "Hey," she shouts, "come closer, Who are you? Whose are you?" The kolobok answers her: I'm a simple product, I'm from a house, where there's a little shed Where there's a glass and lard. Only something happened there. There were suddenly knives nearby. The fox's eyes are burning. "Sit on my nose, I'm a bit hard of hearing and see poorly. Repeat to me, handsome, About the shed, closer." Chorus Two kilometers at a run, on foot. To spite the enemies and the whole world. I'll leave the old woman and the old man. I'll leave this fox. Verse 3 Maybe I should have simply Told grandma. That I'm alive and needed, I could have helped grandpa. The kolobok stubbornly rolls In the middle of the road. He sees a big wolf lying there Asleep from exhaustion. The kolobok decided to help, Woke the poor fellow. Who are you and why do you smell Like a dog? From such words he rose up. Cursing like a seasoned man. A wolf by the name of Starley. And without straining. Grabbed the round one by the nose Smiling sweetly. I'll ask just once Why are you running. Why do you smell so tasty. Like the lambs yesterday. Chorus Two kilometers at a run, on foot To spite the enemies and the whole world. I'll leave the old woman and the old man. And I'll finish singing this song. Verse 4 So he ran along the paths. The stubborn kolobok. From the fox and the wolf From the bear straight. We're the same kind of guys. Couldn't he have been patient Well, they'd have cut off a slice. They wouldn't have eaten him all at once. He'd have been full and drunk. But we leave all at once. Chorus Two kilometers at a run, on foot. To spite the enemies and the whole world. I'll leave the old woman and the old man. But the song is only sung. Two kilometers at a run, on foot. The ending is known, children. A fox's nose and the kolobok. A lesson for good fellows.