Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Не сули мне золотые горы - Вероника Тушнова

Did not suly
Golden Mountains
Years of life good
No promi.
I will leave you very soon
According to the law of Mother Earth.
I remained a few spring,
so give the choice
What do I want:
Christmas trees, yes pine,
Yes, birch is a white candle.
Give a cheerful pointed
hoarse rustic cocks
wet lily
dust chamomile
Various movement of poems.
Rainy day
Night dark night
Breaks, sobs, rustles
in the dark...
And raw full smell volgal
Also, also give me a memory.
Do not measles that wished little
Do not judge that I have a robust heart.
So it happened, -
late ...
Give me a hand!
Where is your hand?