Funny tourist


Steep path to the mountains
Along the fast and slow rivers,
Bypassing the large lakes,
Funny man walked.
Eleven years old he was,
And he carried on his shoulder bag,
And there the towel, but soap,
Yes white tooth powder.

CHORUS:
/ We are not afraid of the way,
We reach to the clouds!
With our cheerful song
Chagall easy! 2p. /
With our cheerful song
Chagall's easy!

He walked without a gun and without a stick
Zolenoy high grass.
Cuckoo flew yes daw
Above his head.
He was not afraid to meet on the road
No snakes, no bull, no dog,
If met, then I laughed
And he kept saying as follows:

CHORUS.

And a cloud over him instead of the roof,
And instead of an alarm clock - the thunder.
And all that he saw and heard,
In a notebook, he wrote.
And to be even more interesting
And it seemed easier to go,
He sang, and cheerful song
I helped him along the way:

CHORUS.

And the windows in the houses opened,
Hearing - it goes by,
And the people he sang
In the gardens, at the door of the gate.
And I heard this song,
Buddy's voice heard
Bareheaded into the street left
And this song has caught up.

CHORUS. 1939