Текст песни СадЪ - Баллада о Генри Пушеле

Piglet, month three,
I will not give.
Not out of malice, but because
He doesn't want to grow up.

Do not scare him, I will not hide,
The smell of shanks and ham
He doesn't want to become a pig
For ethical reasons.
To remain a piglet
Better no matter how you vote
What to eat with slops
Sitting head over heels in the mud.

Like a square on a canvas
Like an abandoned pond
I haven't done all day
Nothing good.

At sunset, in a swamp,
I'll fall into the reeds.
Not by laziness - by hunting,
At the behest of the soul.
Let the tank flood me
Let the steamer crush
I'll be a punk anyway:
"Business" - on the contrary.