Текст песни Андрей Широглазов - Блиндаж для кузнечика

Apparently, there's nothing to do to me, stupid,
But in the midst of the garden pore
I built a dugout for a grasshopper
Of the pieces of the spruce bark.
Because all morning without a sigh
From the sky there was a hail of hail,
And the grasshopper, who lives in the air,
He was bruised, like an old soldier.

What is given is not stolen.
Lucky him, whatever one may say,
But the sheer gradient
Ricocheted along the way,
The burdock curved like a sinker,
She shook the garlic
And already at the outset of contusions
The inhabitant of these places.

I'm not that a lover of grasshoppers -
Just remembered out of place,
As our detachment for someone's carelessness
Was covered by the installation "Grad".
The archangels sang the dump ...
I would not break away, whatever one may say,
But my rocket is personal
Ricocheted along the way.

And then there was the Rostov hospital
March-throws from the knife to the knife.
And I whispered at night: "Lord,
Give each one a dugout! "
There is not that intelligence in the world,
But according to the rules of the previous game
I built a dugout for a grasshopper
Of the pieces of the spruce bark.