Текст песни Фахртдинов Павел - Про Ёжика ..

For how many years old, aged and lonely
Hedgehog is looking for some way out of foam fog
For how many years he is trying to go to the road
But around only the field in the fog and not even strange

What you are not wanted, and who will wait for him?
Mishka died, probably, long ago, from the lack of jam
And no longer anyone - unless the horse
Yes, and that no more than the fiction of imagination.

For many years already worn, and Alice forgot
About a wonderful country and with a happy cheshire smile
She chases the rhythm of life with persistence of Achilla
And can not catch up, so the smile is so kind

And the country of wonders and dreams now became France
Sorry, the crazy father-mathematician left the inheritance
Only a book, not a state
Yes what to swear, sad - you need to look for the prince

And the prince is far away far away from the ground
Baobab fights
And sad about the faded flower, but everything without mood
Sometimes a scribble doesn't care about how he went
Hedgehog in a terrible fog to a sad friend
With jam.

For how many years old, aged and lonely
Hedgehog is looking for some way out of foam fog