Текст песни Рома Пан - Для взрослых детей

Not far off is not for the hills,
not at the kilometer traffic jams
During the Moscow Ring Road tridevyatom muddy paths
As the alien was someone with book stacks

All! Anyone who dreamed of the spiritual food,
Hawa fairy tale for grown-up children!
Hot as grandmother pancakes on the plate!
The jungle book for older children!
Those children are not the same!
It's a jungle for adult children!
As if in a zoo resettle "Polytech" -
There is one in a world of grown-up children!

My forest is not only to meet Che,
Here I am in this whole buzz "Life Challenge"
There are gentle fairies, goblins visiting,
The local nouveaux riches and the new rebellious fashion
But the rock garden I would not look the word
Who is on their faces smile, but the stones in the eye sockets.
Whore in images socialite,
Through some of the dirt Silk Road shines?
Lions vow to fight to the death,
In fact, looking for profitable option to surrender.
There are bold on the situation
And come only with noble paparazzi.
And I just Moscow chimpanzee with a large high-rise buildings,
I'm from a height of the jungle - the fate of hundreds of carpet weaving.
Sultry monkey morning brings me juice
And tenderly looking mane insects from scabies
Eagle heaven bawled reports, about those who have become lunch for the day
What specific beavers were stuck in large construction projects
Even tigers, sometimes in front of them toe the line.

This is not the fact that the sun rises in the east
Animals even watering are cruel
Here on steel vines stretched currents
And turtles crawling along the paths in smooth flow
As a result, everyone is always where it is time to
And again, in front of the monitor lizard crawling a
Low-set his chameleon prune
With number three sevens ham, turn from sin
After all, what happens if there is not enough.
There herbivores would shavali of greens each other
Predators brazenly posing to camera
As if they want to get to the reality on the Discovery
By fortune do not go bananas from Morocco
Mermaid with oak in the river you throw your tarot cards
And I'm one of those who are for dialogue
Although with brass knuckles on the tail will soon Rocky
Imagine I have a one hundred
Intelligent primacy of listening to reggae and ska
Dostoevsky read from leaf to leaf
And on the cliff faces you finger back at the plumb
Here, I like meringue in a vise,
I chimp in a spacesuit broke my bathyscaphe
Someone slipped into the gas tank of sand
And I was Shambhala and not otiskav in this jungle