Текст песни Витас - Карлсон

In the city of Stockholm
On the high roof
In a small closet ,
Where scratching mouse
Where cats fighting
And the wind howled
He lived most unfortunate
The man in the world .
Carlson did not know how to fly,
But like someone else to be.
He had the soul of a penny ,
But how he could entertain the little ones .
He was coming down the rope ,
To get to the kids on the ledge .
He had a risk
To think Baby
That he is able to fly .
That's how it was
Everything in fact,
Just to hear the truth
People do not like .
Nobody cares about someone else's misfortune ,
And grow accidents Carlson ranks!