П-в:
Летит сова,
Летит сама не зна куда.
Ей написали на роду,
Не быть заморским какаду.
Мрачная картина -
Изменился лес
От корней могучих
Прямо до небес.
Такая бедная природа,
Ей пришел "капут".
Ой, и множество народа
Постарались тут.
П-в:
Летит сова,
Летит сама не зна куда.
Ей написали на роду,
Не быть заморским какаду.
Летит сова,
Летит, летит, летит сама.
Так это хорошо сова
Пока еще летит сама!
Все флору затоптали,
И фауну смели.
А из дубов и елей
Дачи возвели.
Здесь все пропитано бензином,
Вместо рек - мазут.
Сам черт бы испугался,
Побывая тут!
И сова совеет
От такой судьбы,
А смыться не сумеет -
Крылья коротки.
П-в:
Летит сова,
Летит сама не зна куда.
Ей написали на роду,
Не быть заморским какаду.
Летит сова,
Летит, летит, летит сама.
Так это хорошо сова
Пока еще летит сама!
P-in:
An owl is flying
She does not know where she is flying.
She was written to her family,
Don't be an overseas cockatoo.
Gloomy picture -
The forest has changed
From the roots of the mighty
Straight up to heaven.
Such a poor nature
Kaput came to her.
Oh, and a lot of people
We tried here.
P-in:
An owl is flying
She does not know where she is flying.
She was written to her family,
Don't be an overseas cockatoo.
An owl is flying
Flies, flies, flies itself.
So it's a good owl
While still flying itself!
All the flora trampled,
And the fauna was swept away.
And from oaks and firs
The dachas were built.
Everything here is soaked in gasoline
Instead of rivers - fuel oil.
The devil himself would be scared
Visiting here!
And the owl advises
From such a fate
But he won't be able to get away -
The wings are short.
P-in:
An owl is flying
She does not know where she is flying.
She was written to her family,
Don't be an overseas cockatoo.
An owl is flying
Flies, flies, flies itself.
So it's a good owl
While still flying itself!
