На вкус цукаты
Немного сладковаты,
Вещают нам плакаты:
"Цукаты, как агаты!".
Бока у них покаты.
Пока ты ешь цукаты,
Взлетаешь в облака ты
Сквозь зори и закаты.
Цукаты! Цукаты!
Цукаты! Цукаты!
Долой все химикаты,
Алюмосиликаты!
Да здравствуют цукаты,
Наешься ими всласть!
Все латы и дукаты
Отдам я за цукаты,
Пусть спорят адвокаты,
Цукаты - это власть!
Цукаты! Цукаты!
Цукаты! Цукаты!
Цукаты! Цукаты!
Цукаты! Цукаты!
The taste of candied fruit
A bit sweet
They are posting us posters:
"Candied fruits like agates!".
Their sides are sloping.
While you eat candied fruit
You take off into the clouds
Through the dawns and sunsets.
Candied fruit! Candied fruit!
Candied fruit! Candied fruit!
Down with all the chemicals
Aluminosilicates!
Long live candied fruits
Eat them heartily!
All lats and ducats
I'll give for candied fruit
Let the lawyers argue
Candied fruits are power!
Candied fruit! Candied fruit!
Candied fruit! Candied fruit!
Candied fruit! Candied fruit!
Candied fruit! Candied fruit!
