Текст песни Тикки А. Шельен - песня про Сову

Cold winter, silent winter
Beauties ate under the snow circling.
Above the forest burns with a crimson border
Early January sunset.
Untouched snow glistens with silver
On dark green pine needles,
And somewhere in a hollow a gray-haired owl
Sees prophetic dreams.

And how the bomb fucks
Nuclear bomb,
Atomic bomb
To our green forest!
That will be bright!
It will be noisy!
Owls love
Technical progress!

Early spring, green spring
The snowdrop will bloom by the stream
And the power of the icy winter will end,
And the bees will sing by the flower.
Geese will return from distant lands
The fox will somersault towards the spring
And somewhere in a hollow a gray-haired owl
Will hoot happily in a dream.

She dreams of a submarine
Black submarine
Baikonur steppe
And fire! Fire!
Owls for the victory!
Owls for order!
The owl does not climb to you -
And don't touch the Owl.

Squirrels are in a hurry, they are in a hurry along the branches,
Nuts ripen on thin bushes,
Mice in the fields teach mice,
Fish splashing in streams.
The world is like an apple white and blush
Shines with gold and blue,
And only in the hollow of an old owl ...

Nuclear bomb!
Nuclear bomb!
Nuclear bomb!
Infernal War!
Because owls
Fucking owls
Into the wisdom of humanity
They don't believe a damn thing.
Antarctica is melting
Thermal disaster,
The death of ecology
antichrist on horseback.
Because owls
Fucking owls
Too real
ESPECIALLY IN A DREAM!