Жил да был на свете критик
Всех и вся критиковал
"Вы совсем не так летите!"
Даже к птицам он взывал
А почему? А потому!
На свете много разных дел
Но ничего-то сам он делать не умел
Здесь не так, а здесь не этак
Не доволен от всего
Положительных отметок
Не дождешься от него
Одного лишь он не трогал
И ошибок не считал
Хоть их было очень много
То, конечно, был он сам
А почему? А потому!
На свете много разных дел
Но лишь себя любить он только и умел
Once upon a time there was a critic
Criticized everyone and everything
"You don't fly like that at all!"
He even called out to the birds
And why? And therefore!
There are many different things in the world
But he couldn't do anything himself.
It's not like that here, but it's not like that here
Not happy with everything
positive marks
Don't wait for him
He didn't touch one.
And I didn't count mistakes.
Although there were many
That, of course, was himself.
And why? And therefore!
There are many different things in the world
But he only knew how to love himself
