Текст песни AndrFinch - перебор на гитаре

In the grass Grasshopper sat,
Just like ogurechik,
But it was exactly
One hundred years ago,
When our great city,
When our clean city
Otherwise, and I did not call,
As soon as the "garden city"

Our city was green -
Quite often poplars and maples.
The street worker correspondents
Acacia blooming.
And in the middle of the avenue
Ros flowerbed Gladiolus
And there is even a frolic
Grasshoppers can.

But the years passed.
In many ways, succeeded
The politician and builder
And even a businessman.
And turned the city
Our in concrete jungle
In which our grasshopper
Of course, abashed.

All grass mowing,
Trees cut down.
insidious frog
Do not you dare - do not look.
She left it in the swamp -
The other day, someone saw
As for our frog
Grasshopper hurried.

Above the town looms
The real threat -
Lack of oxygen
Not only blacksmith.
heart disease
Always in the first place.
And soon we will all attain
For some end.