Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Про ёжика

For many years, the aged and the lonely,
Hedgehog looking for a way out of the foam fog.
For many years, he tries to get to the road,
But just around the field in a blur. And do not even strange,
What it is not wanted. And who is he waiting for?
Bear died, probably for a long time from a lack of jam.
And more and there is no one. Unless the horse ...
Yes, and that no more than a figment of the imagination.
For how many years have flashed, and Alice forgotten
About wonderful country and with a happy smile Cheshire
She chases the rhythm of life with perseverance Achilles
And it can not catch up. Because a smile so unsteady.
A country of miracles and dreams has now become France.
Sorry, mad mathematician father left a legacy
Only the book, and not the state. Yes, that really, and swearing
Sad? We must look for the prince. A prince from a distance
Far, far away from the Earth to the baobab fights
And sad about the fading flower. Yes no mood
Occasionally he looks through little book about how headed
Hedgehog in the fog to the terrible sad friend with jam.