Дмитрий Гайдук - 06 - Орел-хвостопад - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In short, it means that grass has grown in the forest. Awesome grass. Above the very trees, here is such grass!

And all sorts of animals lived in the forest, and now they together gathered and began to smoke the grass.

And they immediately realized that this is a real topic.

And so they stand in a circle and smile, giggle, dance, all kinds of conversations lead the incomprehensible to someone else's ear ...

And the grass winds up everything, wraps it up, seals, and it is already noticeable that the forest is no just noise,

And the leaves with meaning move, and the sunny ray sings like a nightingale.

And suddenly, from nowhere, a feathered head with a darling beak sticks out into a cramped circle and asks loudly: what are you doing here?

And it was a local eagle that flies in the sky. He flew, so he flew

Smoke saw and landed. And immediately climbs with questions, and the animals, without thinking,

Take and blow him a paw. The eagle coughed, thought, sat on the ass,

He clicked and said: yes ... there are two cool things in the world: heaven and grass ... But the sky is cooler, there is no bazaar! And the grass would still smoke.

The beasts of the grass are not sorry, they are an eagle at once a whole oblique. And he smokes him in two attacks and begins to rub him for the sky. How fun and dumb, in the sky,

how high is it endless, and the air is clean, and clouds, and clouds, and thunder -ogolniya, and the wind bitch, and twists, and turns,

So it twists, breaks wings, the motor is jamming, Shurman shouts: do not reach! And I calmly like this: not sore, dude, we will fly! And we still fly!

And under these military topics, an eagle unnoticed all that was lying on the newspaper somehow, and then says: well, for now, and soars into the clouds. Here is such, then, an eagle.

The next day, animals are going to smoke the grass. Just scored, and the eagle is already right there.

He sticks his feathered head with a darling beak and asks loudly: is there anything? And again, a whole scythe for two attacks,

And again he says that the sky is cooler, and begins to push his heavenly topics, and he smokes like a fumigator himself until he blows everything,

What is on the newspaper. Here is such a damn. Eagle.

On the third day, animals gather, and the eagle is already right there. And on the fourth, and on the fifth, and on the sixth - in general,

Two weeks later, animals began to dance from the eagle. But where do you get about from him when he flies around the sky, and his eyesight is eagle,

And you won’t send it to the farm farms, because the bird is serious with a severe beak, almost some kind of state symbol.

He arrives, infection, says that the sky is cooler, firmly sits on his ears, breaks the buzz, does not understand the hints, and until all the grass does not mean, does not fly away.

Here is such, such a fucking for $ dollar, just not an eagle, but $ dollar your mother!

In short, in early January, the animals decided not to smoke at all, so that the eagle would go and behind.

The eagle arrives and asks: is there anything? - And they to him: there is nothing, we just drink beer here.

And the eagle is incredulously like this: beer, say? Well, look at me! And rises into the air and cuts circles all evening above the forest,

And his appearance is formidable and sinister, right a dragon, just does not spit with fire. The animals were even broken off in such a situation.

They drank beer and scattered around the minks, and every evening they look at the sky: does an eagle fly there?

And the eagle flies and flies, flies for a week, flies, three flies, and sometimes he will fly to visit someone and immediately asks: is there anything?

But no, nowhere is nothing, nowhere is the smoke, it doesn’t smell anywhere, they are not going to the circle anywhere. And now the eagle already thinks: it cannot be this

So that there was nothing anywhere, it is they, bastards, hid the grass from me, we must take all of them tomorrow and dispossessed.

And with such angry thoughts, the eagle falls asleep in his nest, and wakes up from the familiar smell of foul rags and immediately sees such a pillar of fat smoke on the edge of the forest,

As if a small mobile crematorium arrived. And this, in fact, came the city beaver, brought a bag of all sorts of things and animals treats.

The eagle immediately dives there, puts his head and asks: is there anything? And the beaver replies: there are different things, what are you?

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