Текст песни Виктор Степанов и Борис плотников - О волосатых слонах

About hairy elephant
There was a time, and the world was different,
cold gods ruled them,
And on the earth in the midst of the eternal ice
Gilot herd of elephants usual.
On the ground, among the eternal ice
Gilot herd of elephants usual.

This icy slonostrana
In all countries it was similar:
Hundreds snouts and ten goals,
Heaps of spin-haired elephants.
Hundreds snouts and ten goals,
Heaps of spin-haired elephants.

But it is unclear and even countries
There were other elephants.
They sang songs of eternal spring
And the pipe is not so, like everyone else.
They sang the song of eternal spring
And the pipe is not so, like everyone else.

But afraid to anger the gods
Manual ordinary elephants.
We do not want your eternal spring -
Get out of our country.
We do not want your eternal spring -
Get out of our country.

The term has come, it is time to go away too,
Grown elephants Haeri,
And went to seek the eternal spring
Prihippovannye elephants.
And went to seek the eternal spring
Prihippovannye elephants.

There was a time, and the world was different,
cold gods ruled them,
And on the earth in the midst of the eternal ice
No more hairy elephants.
On the ground, among the eternal ice
No more hairy elephants.