Текст песни Владимир Фадеев - Кактус

I'll give my cactus in good hands
Accustomed to the pot, he is a cure for boredom
Decorate any corner of your home
Compact, comfortable, no more than a gnome

His needles are like the rays of the sun
He likes to walk, near the window
Minimal care, only occasionally moisture
For a month of waste, no more than a flask

Lives for many years, will be a friend to you loyal
Will accept anyone with a nasty character
Take, give, your needle ball
Maybe you, he wakes up from hibernation

With me he’s bored
Only a small drop grows in the sky
I'm tired of me, he probably see
His death, in the future I foresee

Stroking his hand, him on the track
Prick in insult, il tak-make-believe
Forgive me, cactus, for possible torment
I'll give you only in good hands