Текст песни Русский шансон - Михаил Круг - Золотые купола

House breech before me
Yes central prison.
Not a penny to his name
Yes distant road.
Fell over a cliff fog
Coney course added,
I would now waved his glass,
If I was given.

Night in the church nor the soul,
Wolves howl in the field,
And by firing squad
Quickly dig pits.
What I lacked,
Everything is now in place,
An ace of diamonds on the back,
And became an ace in the legs cross.

Chorus:
Golden Domes
Delight my soul,
And it does not rain, and it did not rain -
Tears are falling from the sky,
Golden Domes
Pinned on his chest,
They only blue
And no ticking gold.
And no ticking gold.

Over the cliff on the edge
Heart trembling embrace,
Bosyatskuyu my life
Who altered it?
Who I podnesёt glass,
Who extinguish the candle,
Who forgives and who understand
Who will cry for me.