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I was a cheerful small, smart and whirlwind
My mother loved to brag about young talent
And if there were guests, it was often heard:
"We will ask you, get on a stool!"
Baby, stand on a stool
Baby, remember every cell
Baby, shining with his talent
You will certainly become a singer and musician
Baby, stand on a stool
Baby, remember every cell
Baby, shining with his talent
You will certainly become a singer and musician

There is life as a blasphemous, difficult path
Not everything comes out smoothly, cats are scraped in the shower
Sometimes crafty someone whispers in the ear: “Baby
It's time to send everything to hell, stand on a stool "
Baby, stand on a stool
Baby, because life is just a cell
Baby, it’s hard to be a musician
Full in the world of unrecognized talents
Baby, stand on a stool
Baby, because life is just a cell
Baby, it’s hard to be a musician
Full in the world ...
I will probably not open a secret to anyone
More importantly, undoubtedly, to rise above itself
And if the test is taken by the throat tightly
I am repeated like a spell - stand on a stool
On a stool
On a stool
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-stool
Na-on-on-on-stool
Ah, dreams, dreams, dreams
Unreal height
But doubts are not asleep
Dipping to the ground
If you are in the soul
Never cry in a vest
Like repeating the mantra -
"Baby, stand on a stool!"

Baby, stand on a stool
Baby, remember every cell
Baby, shining with his talent
You will become, if you want, a singer and musician
Baby, stand on a stool
Baby, remember every cell
Baby, shining with his talent
You will become, if you want, a singer and musician
Ooo
Babe