Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - БЕЛКИ - ГОРОЖАНКИ

PEASANT PROTEINS

City squirrels gallop through the parks
City wonders beckon them
They don't need to get up here early,
No need to sow coniferous forests.
They penetrate with a squirrel mind,
That you can also live without a forest.
For squirrels, people are like big bumps,
Which do not need to be gutted.
They come with gifts anyway
From that longing, rolled into the asphalt,
From tender pity for nature
That the red squirrel feeds from the hand.
And fire flocks along the paths
On the hind legs, eyes are burning ...
And the forest remembers you, beggar squirrels,
For you, he hides the nuts in the fall of leaves.
I cooked dried mushrooms in autumn,
I hung garlands of cones here.
Good fellow-forest, he will never leave.
And cities do not live in nature.
And only a blizzard coughs from the cold,
The people will hide their noses in the huts.
And the squirrels in the parks "serve"
And people are waiting ... And in the parks - not a soul.

Leonid Kornilov.
10/30/17