Текст песни Фахртдинов Павел - Про Ёжика ..

For how many years, aged and lonely
Hedgehog is looking for some way out of the foam of the fog
For how many years now he has been trying to get off the road
But around only a field in the fog and not even strange

That they are not looking for him, and who should wait for him?
The bear died, probably a long time ago, from a lack of jam
And there is nobody else - except a horse
Yes, and that is nothing more than a fiction of imagination.

For how many years flashed, and Alice forgot
About a wonderful country, and with a happy cheshire smile
She chases the rhythm of life with Achilles stubbornness
And he can’t catch up, because the smile is so unsteady

And France has now become a country of miracles and dreams
It’s a pity, the mad mathematician father left a legacy
Only a book, not a condition
Yes, what to swear, sad - we must look for the prince

And the prince in the distance, far, far from the Earth
Fights with baobab
And sad about the wilted flower, but all without mood
Sometimes he flips through a little book about how he headed
Hedgehog in a terrible fog to a sad friend
With jam.

For how many years, aged and lonely
Hedgehog is looking for some way out of the foam of the fog