Текст песни Виктор Степанов - Волосатые слоны

There was a time, and the world was different,
The gods ruled over them cold,
And in the land of eternal ice Hurt
Gilot herd of elephants usual.

This icy slonostrana
In all countries it was similar:
Hundreds snouts and ten goals,
Heaps of spin-haired elephants.

Suddenly, incomprehensible and even countries
There were other elephants.
They sang the song of eternal spring
And the pipe is not as all.

But afraid to anger the gods
Manual ordinary elephants.
We do not want your eternal spring -
Get out of our country.

How to pass through the prickly ice
We decided to insulate the elephants.
To the ice we were not afraid,
We should be patlatogo

The term has come, so it's time to leave,
Grown elephants Haeri,
And went to seek the eternal spring
Prihippovannye elephants.

There was a time, and the world was different,
The gods ruled over them cold,
And on the ground among the eternal ice
No more hairy elephants.