Текст песни 27-ой километр - Меховые помидоры

My head is all right .
To hell with your silent reproach .
In the garden of my clay
Fur grow tomatoes.

Should they just pat hand ,
As they begin to purr ,
Fur rustle of foliage.
And the water is not polёsh - will whimper .

This vegetable looks like something
What I do anything it does not.
From that all scientists hunting
Beat each other faces scientists .

Well, let them , mouths porazinuv ,
Will fight over this mystery.
I wear for the fifth winter
Tomato warm hat.

( Alexander Frolov )