Parnassus on end. Literary parody (№ 389222)

And who would us a song-the blade of grass started
To forget sorrow and trouble.
How alive old and grey goat.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!
Mercy old grey goat,
As his beloved child.
Yes love goat could not keep.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!
I wanted the goat to the dark forest on the scope:
"Me without the will and life do not."
Yes promised, seen the goat the death of the forest.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!
Wolves prowl in the woods like a dirty rat
Ripped the old woman's joy.
Managed only a trace to collect.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!