Текст песни Женя Тимофеев - Лось

Andrey Dementyev
Moose lost.
He ran through the city.
And terrible was the asphalt at his feet.
Los froze,
Haughtily raised his muzzle
Towards the headlights,
cry
And ring.
The offense was shaking his head sculpture.
It snorted,
That looked angry at the world.
Hummed like a tocsin his hooves,
And the pain it sped along the pavement.

But the city is not to let him go ...
And he saw elk forest behind the houses.
He looked at people with no interest,
Losing fear triumph.
And, as the shoulder,
Buried in the old house.
And over the capital awoke morning.
And someone came and said,
- Let's go to...-
And it was so simple and so wise.

And suddenly he felt kindness,
For a man stretched moose.
And suddenly hit his nostrils the smell of sweet,
So much so that in the heart of joy went
In the distance was the forest ...
And large jumps
To him rushed excited elk.
And the sky,
What he ripped horns
At the head of the dawn spilled.