Нахальный фрукт - Антип
текст песни

Grandfather Antip sat in the sun,
I listened to songs until the dawn.
Feet to dance, soul to the square
Lights the lanterns.
Children look at Venus
And Venus is looking for life.
How the last god will come
The last ranger will leave.
The mare jumps like a flea
Maybe she's not so bad.
Looked at the furs
I went to chew thistles.

Everything goes on for years
The harbinger of waters is a fluffy cat.
I took out a notebook to draw
And fell onto the bed
Going down to the river bank
Fools play cards.
Sitting on a stone without worries
And contemplate the firmament
Their wives expect a reward from them
But they get nothing
What a shame, those bastards
Where is the morality and where is the soul?

Runs to the square as if it were a holiday
Round dance regular!
Dance to the grave to the sound of bells
All the people will be honest!
The tables were full of joy,
Rusty baked loaf.
The priests prayed for success
And they called for the harvest.
But everything lives according to the will of the grandfather
Every breath and every creak
He's funny and restless
Grandfather Antip rules the world!