Машка и мышка

The month of March brought the spring , sat on a branch a rook .
The world is not worth your tears , Masha , do not cry .
Not help , Masha, you burn my opinion,
From thy Mash, beauty going to jail.
I 'm going to prison - called country .
All the girls in pairs, and you're alone again .
'll Continue until the morning of the children were secretly
Yes tea sugar collect my breech home.

The thief on the pocket sticks , and the grille - a sparrow,
He morning tweet , and I will remember about you.
Celebrated it , Mary , you're seventeen years old .
Exactly the same as you and me not.
And I , my dear, not with pillows bald .
Our hut on the edge, with the youngsters I was hanging .
I love those , Masha , will carry through the years ,
Through the control strips .

You know , in the spring , I love people .
The mouse runs up to me , I feed her .
Told about our house , where what is .
Do not be afraid of her , Mash, if will come running .
Mouse mouse , just me without you longing .
Yesterday I was in a dream as it is water spilled .
Explained to me in the morning the dream neighbor:
It can be seen , soon I shall die at dawn years.

The guard urinate every day more fiercely and fiercely ,
Buds swell . On bolnichku , whether that lie ?
On bolnichke , Masha , I do not lie in hipish .
On bolnichke , Masha urkam grace.
I will go to sleep , read & quot; Our Father & quot ;,
Pray for you and for the children will be , Mash,
I 'll beat bows until the call -
Word give you the right convict .

Bear climbed the slope and went downstairs.
I'm Masha , classy thief , thief - recidivist .
Then look into an empty glass - sad and pale ,
Then tear off a big bank , less - beneath one's dignity .
Masha , Masha , do not cry , I listened to the poet :
Do not drown in the river, the ball - it's about me .
I still jump on the country home ,
I will put it on the ruble bill and get back home .

The thief on the pocket sticks , and the grille - a sparrow,
He morning tweet , and I will remember about you.
Celebrated it , Mary , you're seventeen years old .
Exactly the same as you and me not.
I will go to sleep , read & quot; Our Father & quot ;,
Pray for you and for the children will be , Mash,
I 'll beat bows until the call -
Word give you the right convict .