Lyrics Владимир Щукин - Маленький кузнечик
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Маленький кузнечик до полудня спал -
С полудня до вечера на скрипице играл.
Прилетела, села важная пчела,
Музыканта худенького слушать начала.
Он отставил ножку, и, отдав поклон,
Заиграл на скрипице Летний сон.
Золотистым кругом света и тепла
Над зеленым лугом музыка плыла.
Музыка звучала, и, забыв дела,
Головой качала важная пчела.
А кузнечик маленький на скрипице играл,
Будто всем по горсточке счастье раздавал.
Не кричал, не плакал, слов не говорил -
По зеленой скрипице травиночкой водил.
С полудня до вечера на скрипице играл.
Прилетела, села важная пчела,
Музыканта худенького слушать начала.
Он отставил ножку, и, отдав поклон,
Заиграл на скрипице Летний сон.
Золотистым кругом света и тепла
Над зеленым лугом музыка плыла.
Музыка звучала, и, забыв дела,
Головой качала важная пчела.
А кузнечик маленький на скрипице играл,
Будто всем по горсточке счастье раздавал.
Не кричал, не плакал, слов не говорил -
По зеленой скрипице травиночкой водил.
A small grasshopper slept until noon -
From noon to evening playing violin.
Arrived, an important bee sat down,
Musician thin to listen to the beginning.
He put down his foot, and, bowing,
Played on the squeak Summer dream.
A golden circle of light and warmth
The music was floating above the green meadow.
The music sounded, and, forgetting the deeds,
An important bee rocked my head.
A grasshopper was playing a little on the squeak,
It was as if everyone was giving away happiness by a handful.
He did not cry, he did not cry, he did not say a word -
I drove along the green trefoil.
From noon to evening playing violin.
Arrived, an important bee sat down,
Musician thin to listen to the beginning.
He put down his foot, and, bowing,
Played on the squeak Summer dream.
A golden circle of light and warmth
The music was floating above the green meadow.
The music sounded, and, forgetting the deeds,
An important bee rocked my head.
A grasshopper was playing a little on the squeak,
It was as if everyone was giving away happiness by a handful.
He did not cry, he did not cry, he did not say a word -
I drove along the green trefoil.