Chop the forest - chips fly, what a shame
Reflowing foreheads are cracking, but the "Pan" is not visible
This is a saying yet ... a fairy tale will be - listen
The old man walked from afar ..., in the fields, by wilderness
Pam-para-pum
The house was transparent to him was made by autumn
He did not want anything ... they don’t give - he does not ask
Everything that was needed, he had, could get drunk in a stream
Bread, yes the salt is destroyed ... Times are borders
Pam-para-pum
And he wandered into the town, and sat down at the house
Lived in that house a guy, a guy - not a mistake
He had long wanted glory, but wealth
I did not recognize anything, neither love nor fraternity
The guy from all sides cherished the benefit
Envy bent like a dragon - became like a snake
And he asked the old man: “Confirm me, old
Only a strong hand will get fame to me?
Threw a handful of coins to him, and the old man answered
This power ... - nothing to do, if it shines bottomless
Poor and ruble - trouble, glory - difficult
It turns out not a gift - live from the battlefield
Golden chains Vyaz - still a chain, not more
To gold, the road - to the mud ..., bondage in the wild
The old man gave a handful of coins, like a handful of errors
What do I need I already took, but for the bread - thanks
So, in the world, we parted on their roads
Boy - life did not come out, ended with a prison
Pam-para-pum
Cut the forest, chips fly, blazing autumn
Borov road rituals continuing to ask
Pam-para-pum