Текст песни Калачиком рядом - Тушканчик

Jerboa

Poor tushkanchik, small,
What did you run - and imagine difficult:
bow ball, which is in the sky, scarlet,
Ate, believes falsely.

But letting sat quietly
And the sips dried puddles.
And now, looked like famously.
Under you burn water, sushi.

I did not notice, and bowl bow
Still in the sky dissolved greens.
Now try you, bitch,
Deade myself to myself.

It can be seen, you're not a tenant ... hurts ...
Blind and trembling the body.
Why do you breathe so freely?
Why do you look boldly?