Текст песни Олег Романов, ВремяX, Акустика. - Судьба.

Sunday day was wonderful
Fair in full swing ...
Delete a merchant, sabbu sold.
Methyl long, did not notice how one old woman,
- unnoticed for him
Rear came up ...
- This is me, the fate of yours,
- From me, you won't leave !!!

That you are old, cried
I have a couple of you.
Carry out the legs rather
If you want to live!
And as soon as those words
From his lips flew
The old woman was dissolved, in the festive crowd!
It seems I was not drunk,
- Money will see it - every garbage !!!

Year passed, the second went,
- You need to go beyond the cloth!

Only the path lay it, through the forest - a deaf dense,
Edge swampy and boring
- in a hopeless Mol!
The guy, knew not to be a bit,
What those places are cunning
- But, the merchant is not from the feasible - it goes straight ...
And when he fell into the bog,
- near the old woman,
And, taiga, green noise, drowned a cry ...
Here I am, fate - yours
You can't leave me !!!

May 2002

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Music: Ya
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