Текст песни Ленин и шаманы п.у. Сергей Стрельцов - Жожа и Грожа

Well! Grows!
Well! Grows!
Well! Grows!

Ceiling ceiling ceiling. Well discovered the left eye. Dark dark dark sweet-sleepy. The right eye woke up did not want. In any. Outside the window Zeschno Spring slap, the rustle of shushur trees and the sun, smiling, winking the inhabitants of the morning city. And the Room Room was filled with a wonderful aroma of fresh air and the sounds of a bizarre distant melody.

Well! Grows!
Well! Grows!
Well! Grows!

Everything was created for the celebration of body cheerfulness and spirit, but our Sonya was hopelessly lazy, except that his left eye was always different from the other parts of the body with increased activity, and he did not want to be combined with this broken body. It even reached the fact that the gross began to realize that he grought, and in general, began to realize. The convulsions of the fodels did not like that in their owner, "some kind of fluttering the brave-pinch" and to exhale him, and somehow hurt and not hunt ...

Well ... And gross ...
Well ... And gross ...
Well ... And gross ...
Well ... And gross ...
Well! And grown!
Well! And grown!
Well! And grown!

Meanwhile, the gross threatened to declare his independence, if he did not change the image of his stay on the planet Z. Sripping with all the essence, Mr. Jo, as his neighbors called the neighborhoods, agreed and reigned the spirit of movement in his life, and left eye with each day Filled with the color of pure sky, giving all the positive of you, filling again and again ...

Well!