Текст песни Король и Шут - Сказка О Мертвеце

Tale of the dead

Drunk woodcutter pulled his belt,
We got him suddenly erect hair,
He saw a dead man in the grass mowing not,
The new boots almost Wearing:
& quot; Oh, I'll take them myself, they are on me? & quot;
And he came home joyful:
& quot; sister Quickly open the door for me,
Check that on my feet,
Look at what I Boots & quot;
rejoicing brother, sister worries,
The night comes, it's all pray:
& quot; I can not sleep, little head hurts,
Bring your trouble obnovushka,
In vain brother he took saprogi
With a dead cold feet! & Quot;
And a voice came through the window:
& quot; Open the door for me the good guy,
I came back to get
what you dare to steal the morning & quot;
And a voice came through the window:
& quot; Open the door for me the good guy! & quot;
A man grabbed the ax
And promptly ran into the yard.
Woodman, tasted everything,
No one he met and suddenly
Suddenly I saw the house on the floor
The boots killed my sister!