Текст песни Адриан и Александр - овечка долли

At the edge of godforsaken huts
Among mountains and valleys
I write what I see,
How honored bard.
And the fact that I did not compose
And do not try to save,
By itself loses meaning,
Unable to bloom and grow.

Herd sheep not jealous
Yes me something that - I'm not cool.
Sheep see what they see,
That is, the grass around.
They are well under this sky,
They are all good.
I sing to them - they gave me bleat
It is not known about that!

I have long dreamed of
The proportion of such
About eternal share this:
Dolly with me
On-vechka Dolly! ..
Floating not above or below,
Where the wind and the game,
I catch what I see,
And I try to comprehend.
And the fact that I do not catch up
And not in the hands of Gray,
Needless to lose feathers,
Turning into dust.

Let the sheep - not as prestigious,
I was to the liking of tourists.
Sheep see what I see,
And chew grass.
We are well under this deed,
We were all good,
We are so mentally together bleem
It is not known about that!

I have long dreamed of
The proportion of such
About eternal share this:
Dolly with me,
On-vechka Dolly!

2003