Текст песни Петров и Васечкин - Но вот беда подкралась подлая

Well, the trouble crept up mean ...
I do not understand either ...
Who needs such feats,
Still to the point of an empty stomach ...

In vain we foolishly respected ...
It ruins us sometimes, sometimes ...
Although the giant imaginary,
But - oh, real trouble ...

After all, from fantasy will not change,
None of that is decidedly around ...
How not to twirl, and yet the mill,
Do not become a giant suddenly ...

In vain we foolishly respected ...
It ruins us sometimes, sometimes ...
Although the giant imaginary,
But - oh, real trouble ...

With him, eternally, something happens,
So he flew away ...
Someday he comes,
As with the dreamer is not easy ...

In vain we foolishly respected ...
It ruins us sometimes, sometimes ...
Although the giant imaginary,
But - oh, real trouble ...