Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Nuit De Noel

Again, I omit an entire page and quietly
And open your evil spirits, I breathe their painful hops
And then I can see so clearly the thin black bird
What are flying from the vial to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noel & quot;

It will soon be spring. And Venice young sripki
Raspoyut your sadness, melancholy and sadness rastantsuyut
And then it becomes sweeter sins and light blue error
Do not regret the spring when blooming almond kisses

About me do not be sad, my friend. I chilled old bird.
My host - a cruel organ grinder - makes me dance
Taking out tickets happiness, I look in the face unhappy
And by the sound of the hurdy-gurdy heinous me painfully sleepy

Again, I omit an entire page and quietly
Do not be angry for the sad end of my tears and painful hops
It's all your evil spirits. This dark thoughts like birds
What are flying from the vial to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noel & quot;