well, maybe not without reason, but leonid gaidai insisted that the island of bad luck remain in thediamond hand, and then this song began to bring good luck to all its performers. what they don't do, things don't go, monday, mom i gave birth on monday, my mother gave birth, that they don’t do things, things don’t go crocodile, the melody doesn’t grow. what cries than, everything is enough, than everything crocodile is not caught, and could live. by monday, sit down and cancel they would take monday and cancel, like not loafers and could live as it has gone, there is no calendar on the island, children adults disappear adults disappear. in vain on the damned island there is no calendar on such an occasion , at night people waited for crying savages and weeping poor and i swear, in the mind of the day. which one is unknown in what year what day is unknown let go in what year? or a wolf was let loose in my garden with yellow eyes, mother. you see, you would not, but to the heart there is no fire-breather. the parrot threatened us with a mysterious palm twig, and i drink the city, cockt