Дмитрий Гайдук - 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, giggled, dance, all kinds of conversations lead an incomprehensible to someone else's ear ... But the grass wraps everything, wraps it up, crumbles, and it is already noticeable that the forest is not just rustling, 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 tight 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, saw smoke and landed. And he immediately climbs up with questions, and the animals, without hesitation, take and blow him a paw. The eagle crozen, thought, sat on the ass, clicked on his ass and said: yes ... there are two cooling things in the world: sky and grass ... But the sky is cooler, there is no bazaar! And the grass would still smoke.

The beasts of the grass are not a pity, they are an eagle at once a whole oblique. And he smokes him in two attacks and begins to rub him for the sky. As in the sky it is fun and dumb, how high it is, and the air is clean, and clouds, and clouds, and thunder, and the thunder, and the wind bitch tweaks, so it turns, breaks the wings, the motor is jerking, the shurman shouts: Do not reach! And I calmly like this: not sink, 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. That's one, 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 oblique for two attacks, and again says that the sky is cooler, and begins to push his celestial topics, and he smokes like a fumigator, until he blows everything that 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 the 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 him to catch the butterfly farms, because the bird is serious with a stern 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 the whole grass is scurried, does not fly away. Here is such a fucking for $ dollar, just not an eagle, but $ is 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 with me! And it rises into the air and the whole evening above the forest cuts circles, and his appearance is formidable and sinister, right a dragon, just does not spit with fire. The animals in such a situation even burst out, drank beer and scattered in the minks, and every evening they look at the sky: is the eagle flies 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 there nothing, nowhere is a smoke, it doesn’t smell anywhere, they are not going to the circle anywhere. And now the eagle already thinks: it cannot be that nothing was anywhere, they, scum, hid the grass from me, we must take them all tomorrow and dispossessed.

And with such angry thoughts, the eagle falls asleep in his nest, and wakes up from the familiar smell of dried rags and immediately sees such a pillar of oily 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, sticks his head and asks: is there anything? And the beaver replies: there are different things, what are you? Worker, sticking, funny, smart, motion, glow, cosmic or thermonuclear?