картавый без слуха и голоса - улитка ядвига
текст песни

There is no book in the world about Snail Jadwig
There is no medal or tombstone
Probably they don’t know about her and a small detail
Only we stayed on her horizontal

This song about the hero is so old
that then the world was even God's paradise
that just invented a escargot
which turned out to be confusing to check

She had a sister from her genus
By the name of such a strange agiva
But the song is not about that evil old woman
Why should we sing about Porta ...

Jadwiga dreamed of becoming a traveler
Ship to get and fly up
Let her love only spinach
but could sit on a street twine

She loved Agivdu, but she is not very
loved Janes's mother shorter
I was afraid of only a few elephants
Well, pans and street pilaf

She was born in the head of the girl considerable
She was called by the way, too, also Yana
When she asked Yadviga's parents
They gave her a kitty and showed a figure

But Yana is a dream of her cherishing
dreamed of a snail time without sparing
but there were only graffiti on the page
And they made only get angry

Snail Jadwig is our only idea
when we were a child and were more lively
Everyone in the world has their own Yadviga
Let many have before the first visit

life of adult and so serious
But sometimes you know useful
when we are sent from above in the snail
to get it out of your head and abyss

Snail Jadwiga Snail Jadwiga
A book is not written about you in the world
There is no benefit from you in the world
for parents you are even possible

But you are so beautiful in your idea
For those who are a little more free of their souls
For those who value human imagination
For those whose life is a complete impression

Snail Jadwiga Snail Jadwiga Snail Jadwiga Uliga Yadviga
Snail Jadwiga Snail Jadwiga Snail Jadwiga Uliga Yadviga
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