Текст песни Аквариум - Теорема шара

In Baghdad today, the heat,
I would like to prove the theorem about the roundness of the ball.
But the ball today, greyhound,
It stung in the heart of the goat,
He forgot about mutter,
He forgot about vater,
He wants to get up
In Chelyabinsk the fairway.
And he lives in the transformer box.
And out of his head grow me-nots.

He's trying to pull the sting out of the heart.
Here come the white hair. And run away ...
How can we live up to the springtime,
When one tries to throw an ax.

I do not distinguish
Alphabetic character.
I'm sick of Confucius,
Dancing Sirtaki.

So he shouted
The shape of the letter & quot; SOS & quot ;.
At this time firefighters
Turn on the pump.

And I do not hear
Not a single word.
From now on, I'll walk like a cow.
On pointe. According to his neck in snow.
On Scottish highland meadow.

And another word about all these sounds.
Yes, Lord have mercy on the minds of all,
Play for tarabuke!