She does not know the word " Yes " and the word "No"
What on earth is everyone has a little secret
That two souls meet in exorbitant given
And the good news brought cranes.
Still not holding the head, not the first step ,
Languish in anticipation Chukovskij and Marshak .
Nobody has daisies in her field is not narwhal,
No one hurt and no word lied .
Legs go on the road , on the cobblestones ,
In the distance, lit strip vermillion .
I 'm going to meet one , this fabulous dawn
Because docha still small ...
She still had not seen the lilacs bloom ,
She does not know about hereditary laziness,
About a hare , crow about , about the prickly hedgehog
About evil neighbor from the second floor .
She does not know that the world is so big ,
And little ears are not hung with noodles.
And we do not need clever and who is there isho ,
When there dad mamoyu and home well .
Legs go on the road , on the cobblestones ,
In the distance, lit strip vermillion .
I 'm going to meet one , this fabulous dawn
Because docha still small ...
Draws all colors and spares no effort
Eternal - hitchhiker hope
That princes, the wealth , the happy love ,
And granddaughter dochurinyh robes.
Legs go on the road , on the cobblestones ,
In the distance, lit strip vermillion .
I 'm going to meet one , this fabulous dawn
Because docha still small ...
