Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Дядин колпак

We were born in a curfew
Under the & lt; & gt ;, cap if for fun,
And the cap artfully stitched to us
One fun uncle.
We are under the hood and & lt; cap & gt;
Went order and composed songs
On how well we live
Under & lt; hood & gt; together.
Cracked uncle's cap.
Cracked, the wind blew.
And it became clear:
My uncle was not a fool,
Uncle cheated all of us.
There was a cry: patch cap
By taking the necessary measures,
But it became clear that no such costs,
To patch a chimera.
A faithful servant of his uncle himself:
Guard and cap firmly,
And was started on last Pants
Most re-re-cutting.
When mad ocean
Breaking mast vessels, like matches,
No rights will be the captain,
Which is to say: a & lt; guys, everything is fine & gt ;.
But when the children do not care
They are easy to believe the captain
And with the ship will go to the bottom,
And become victims of fraud.
Cracked uncle's cap.
Cracked, the wind blew,
And it became clear:
My uncle was not a fool,
Uncle cheated all of us.