SBPCH Orchestra. Acorns (№ 33500)

Where are your acorns, honey?
Stricken with despair, heartbroken,
Ugly brown soap
I walked over to you three months by sea.
Black elephant will fall at your feet
The empty hole I will poke insane anteaters thousands of noses.
Without your name word - tiresome DIN,
Your silence worse than a thousand words.
Acorns eaten, elephants die.
All anteaters crumpled, gathered in his arms.
Soap is now a remnant.
Nora was a wolf.
Sweetie, give me at least one last time to bury your fur hat.