Сергей Козлов - Поросенок в колючей шубке - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It was winter. It was so cold that the Hedgehog did not leave his house for several days, he heated the stove and looked out the window. The frost decorated the window with different patterns, and the Hedgehog had to climb onto the windowsill from time to time and breathe and rub the frozen glass with his paw.

“Look,” he said, seeing the fir tree, the stump and the clearing in front of the house again. Snowflakes were circling above the clearing and sometimes flying up somewhere, sometimes falling to the very ground.

The Hedgehog pressed his nose to the window, and one Snowflake sat on his nose from the other side of the glass, rose on thin legs and said:

“Is that you, Hedgehog? Why don’t you come out to play with us?”

“It’s cold outside,” said the Hedgehog.

“No,” laughed the Snowflake. “We’re not cold at all!” Look how I fly!

And she flew off the Hedgehog's nose and circled over the clearing. "See? See?" she cried, flying past the window. And the Hedgehog pressed himself so close to the glass that his nose flattened and began to look like a pig's snout; and it seemed to Snowflake that it was no longer the Hedgehog, but a piglet wearing a prickly fur coat looking at her from the window.

"Piglet!" she cried. "Come out for a walk with us!"

"Who is she calling?" thought the Hedgehog and pressed himself even harder against the glass to see if there was a piglet on the porch.

And Snowflake now knew for sure that a piglet in a prickly fur coat was sitting outside the window.

"Piglet!" she cried even louder. "You have a fur coat. Come out and play with us!

"So," thought the Hedgehog. "There's probably a piglet in a fur coat sitting under the window and doesn't want to play. We need to invite him into the house and give him some tea."

And he climbed down from the windowsill, put on his felt boots and ran out onto the porch.

"Piglet?" he shouted. "Come and have some tea!"

"Hedgehog," said Snowflake, "the piglet just ran away. Come play with us!"

"I can't. It's cold!" said the Hedgehog and went into the house.

Closing the door, he left his felt boots by the threshold, threw some wood into the stove, climbed back onto the windowsill and pressed his nose to the glass.

"Piglet," shouted Snowflake. "Are you back? Come out! Let's play together!"

"He's back," thought the Hedgehog. He put his felt boots on again and ran out onto the porch. “Piglet!” he shouted. “Piglet-e-e-e!” The wind howled and the snowflakes swirled merrily.

So until the evening, the Hedgehog would run out onto the porch and call the piglet, then, returning to the house, climb onto the windowsill and press his nose to the glass.

The snowflake didn’t care who she played with, and she would call either the piglet in the prickly fur coat when the Hedgehog sat on the windowsill, or the Hedgehog himself when he ran out onto the porch.

And the Hedgehog, even falling asleep, was afraid that the piglet in the prickly fur coat would freeze on such a frosty night.