Текст песни Филигон - Толкинувшийся колхоз

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Once, I remember, at our farm
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Someone had brought to the city
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Many interesting books.
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And one of them was
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We are especially sweet,
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Written by her professor.
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Not a wonderful formulas,
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Not on earth satellites,
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Not about sines and fractions,
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And about how at the dawn
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He wakes up in a hole
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The terrible beast on hobbit named.

So I began to dream:
It would be nice to become a gnome
And to plow in a mountain farm.
Brother has come for the hobbit,
And his wife, as an elf, singing,
But the mother-in-law - a Gollum.
Suddenly out of the cellar in the yard,
Taking a one-handed ax,
And the other clutching a pitchfork,
Out old Nicanor,
He says: "I Fëanor,
Give Silmarils! "

There is begun!
I divide the whole farm -
Those in favor of the dark who for light.
That same night some bastard
I Wrote "Uruk Khazad!"
In the village council gate.
Prickled lake -
There's One Ring
All together looking pioneers.
It was decided to vote,
to rename
Our collective farm "Precepts of the Age."

Agronomist Intermedia fields
He wants instead of poplars
Plant telperiony.
We have to speak Quenya,
Instead, the mat - Sindarin:
There are idioms!
We took a Lenin portrait,
Signed: "Elbereth"
And let him pray!
Worried about a question:
If so stuck farm,
What is happening in the city?