Текст песни Илья Чёрт - 6 полосатых бегемотов

Leave your empty things and look out the windows soon
And then the drafts will increase and will take your guests.
Six striped hippos are flying between branches.
Such tired, such good ...

You fuss like a grounding,
which spares and spares the part
Do not see the light of the affairs,
Having burned animal.
But childish stupid world
You have not locked on the castle,
Although the poros of the web
And almost abandoned.

And behind the steep wind, behind the wall of draft.
Maybe you will see this world at all wrong
like me,
But still remember somehow me
Sitting by the fire.

Your garden is tonsured, removed. They are hard to fly here. They are more like where it is difficult to understand.
But still they fly, you see it yourself.
Believe our eyes
After all, this is not a lie,
And you will not leave them anywhere.

They will flee a glass into the window.
They will search for you
Look at the table,
Under the bed,
They will find anyway and will call you to fly.

And behind the steep wind, behind the wall of draft.
Maybe you will see this world at all wrong
like me,
But still remember somehow me
Sitting by the fire.