Текст песни Александр Фролов - Пародия на БГ

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

Some kind of cloudy rascal
Said, "I felt really bad,"
Shaking her head mournfully.
Now I’m not like myself.
And my invertebrate garden
He became a warehouse of shaved lamps,
Careless slits, with acne holes
And other fancifully helpless things.

My friend, godless gelatin
Quarantined his mouth.
He is sitting in an elevator between floors
And cuts liquefied hedgehogs.
Longing, like a flat board!
And I myself am as if made of sand.
Go to the store, but it's closed,
And therefore I will drink electrolyte.