Текст песни Пинки Свинки - Дорожная

worn out pig
Beer glass,
Lie down on the couch
Only the heart of the drum
Bristle chest.

languor pig
World piece
Just an excuse
Things piled into the bag,
A pig is on the way.

At home gardens bloom again
Froze the birds on their branches
And people are looking for their tracks
In his worn-out ruts.

Summer walks on the heels
wingspan
The round eyes
There's a dragonfly in a hurry
Harness constellations of lights.

gilded woods
Common greetings -
Pink color
Leaves rustle in response
Under hoof heels.

And there is not room, but comfort
To laugh pig prickly
And yes Bear hedgehog waiting
On the stove roasted wood snow.

In the forest, a blizzard of ice dragonflies
Naeshsya them, and do not forget
Open the window and let the cold
When you return back to the path.