Текст песни Король и Шут - Двухголовый отпрыск

Skinny month floating in the sky,
Grandfather in the garden drinking moonshine.
Thoughts gnaw at him -
He remembered his son.
With a baby it, alas, no luck -
He was born two-headed, as luck would have.
His wife took his son
And he took to the woods.

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Oh, why let his wife,
Kill this baby !?
It would be smarter than the guy twice,
To the delight me.

Screaming woman: & quot; Your kid - a freak,
What people think of us!? & Quot;
Then Grandfather dropped a tear.
He drank again poured.

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Old woman he began to scold her,
Then he cast itch.
Menacing looking at his grandfather
Two large, powerful jets of ...

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