SOYUZMULTFILM
presents
Oh, yes!
I am a sleuth most nimble,
With tactics most refined -
I can detect a pimple
On an elephant's behind.
I fight hard, like a lion,
Toil bee-like at my works,
My scent a hound would envy,
My eye's sharp as a hawk's.
Oh, yes!
My iron hand of justice
They fear like fire and flee.
But it is really useless
To try and hide from me!
More nimble than a monkey,
More fit than any ox,
My scent a hound would envy,
My eye's sharp as a hawk's.
Oh, yes!
I've been to many countries,
And if I make that call,
I will, sooner or later,
Expose you, one and all!
I creep by like a flounder,
Mouse-like, sneak past all locks.
My scent a hound would envy,
My eye's sharp as a hawk's.
Modern children are so selfish
Cannot bring them to their senses
Time and health we never spare,
It's no use - they never care.
Oh selfish, so selfish,
The girl escaped her keep!
Oh selfish, so selfish,
She made her daddy weep!
Modern children need so much,
Singing, dancing, such and such,
They would sing all night in there,
Yet for us they never care.
Oh selfish, so selfish,
The girl escaped her keep!
Oh selfish, so selfish,
She made her daddy weep!
Brought to life our own damnation,
Gave them proper education,
Our advice they keep ignoring,
Yet without them, life is boring!
Oh selfish, so selfish,
The girl escaped her keep!
Oh selfish, so selfish,
She made her daddy weep!
ON THE TRAIL OF THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS
My scent a hound would envy,
My eye's...
...sharp as a hawk's!
Ooh, yes!...
The golden summer sun ray's
Cloaked by the veil of night.
Once more, there is a wall that
Secludes me from your sight.
Night will pass, The morning sun will clear the sky,
I know happiness awaits us.
Night will pass, The dreary weather will pass by,
The Sun will rise!
The birds have stopped their singing,
Starlit the roofs appear.
At this sad, gloomy hour,
My voice please try to hear.
Night will pass, The morning sun will clear the sky,
I know happiness awaits us.
Night will pass, The dreary weather will pass by,
The Sun will rise!
The Sun will rise...
How I feel for you, my poor troubadour princess!
Look how thin your figure is, you've been starved, I guess.
But I'll care for you and see you pull through!
I don't want a thing from you!
You're hysterical, my child, your state's not very good.
Won't you have a soft-boiled egg? It's a most healthy food!
Or perhaps a doctor's visit is due...
I don't want a thing from you!
Ah, my darling little princess, my sourpuss,
Foreign singers will soon come here to play for us.
Pick a singer, and I'll pay for you two.
I don't want a thing from you!
It's true that we have neither hearth nor home,
But we need never pay the king his taxes!
The forests and the roads we like to roam,
Romantics of the knives and axes!
There's no other life - eh! - that we'd treasure!
There's no other life - ooh! - that we'd treasure!
Walking free through our land, Walking free through our land,
Walking free through our land...
Shh!
...at pleasure!
For passersby we search from dusk to dawn!
Our blistered feet wear boots once worn by others!
The forests and the roads we like to roam,
- Romantics... - ...of the knives and axes!
There's no other life - eh! - that we'd treasure!
There's no other life - ooh! - that we'd treasure!
Walking free through our land, Walking free through our land,
Walking free through our land at pleasure!
Lai-lai-lai-lai-lai...
Shh!
At night, our heels are licked by tongues of flame.
What do those stuck-up blue-bloods have against us?
The forests and the roads we like to roam,
Romantics of the knives and axes!
THERE'S. NO. OTH-ER. LIFE!
EH!
...that we'd treasure!
THERE'S. NO. OTH-ER. LIFE!
OOH!
...that we'd treasure!
Walking free through our land, Walking free through our land,
Walking free through our land at ple...!
...at ple... ...at ple...
...pleasure...
Lai-lai-lai-lai-lai...!
The planet's at our feet, World-famous star arrivals,
Our talent can't be beat, We've crushed our damned rivals!
You've got an hour to hear us play!
Privyet,
- Bonjour! - Hello!
You know today's your lucky day, You'll dig our awesome show!
Brush off your tears!
Pick up your ears!
You can do a better job! Let us hear a roaring mob!
As soon as we commence, From joy everyone cries!
And we know in advance, It can't be otherwise!
You've got an hour to hear us play!
Privyet!
- Bonjour! - Hello!
You know today's your lucky day, You'll dig our awesome show!
Brush off your tears!
Pick up your ears!
You can do a better job! Let us hear a roaring mob!
Baby, baby, rock-a-bye, On the edge, now, don't you lie,
On the edge I always lie,
Sleep is easy to come by!
Baby, baby, rock-a-bye, On the edge, now, don't you lie.
I can't sleep beside the wall,
I'm too fat and I'm too tall.
I'll lie by the drop!
Don't you lie!
You can't make me stop!
Don't you lie!
That is where I'll flop!
Don't you lie! Don't you lie!
Or the little grey wolf will come...
...and will nip you on the tum!
...Baby, baby, rock-a-bye, On the edge, now, don't you lie.
Baby, baby, rock-a-bye, On the edge, now, don't you lie.
Baby, baby, rock-a-bye...
screenwriters Vasiliy Livanov, Yuriy Entin
lyrics Yuriy Entin
director Vasiliy Livanov
art director Maks Zherebchevskiy
composer Gennagiy Gladkov
sound Viktor Babushkin camera Mihail Druyan
singing of... troubador, bandit chieftain, sleuth - Muslim Magomayev
princess - Elmira Zherzdeva king - Gennadiy Gladkov
Bremen musicians, courtiers, bandits - Anatoliy Gorohov & vocal quartet
played by an instrumental ensemble conducted by Konstantin Krimets
animators Oleg Safronov, Viktor Shevkov,
Violetta Kolesnikova, Leonid Kayukov, Vladimir Zarubin, Yuriy Butyrin,
Yuriy Kuzyurin, Vladimir Kruman, Tatyana Pomerantseva, Nikolay Kukolev
assistants Yelena Novoselskaya, Alla Goreva
montage Yelena Tertychnaya
script editor Arkadiy Snesarev
production director Lyubov Butyrina
THE END translation by Niffiwan based on earlier subs by AnyRi