Текст Tom Rosenthal – Pingu In The Igloo

You looked liked Pingu in the Igloo
Your nose was cold, you showed me the icicle, that you found, hanging from the roof

I remember your entrance to the room I was in and the
half pint glass you were holding, that made you look bigger than you were

You drew a charming stick man on my left hand and you told me not to wash it off.
We loved you, we loved you.