Текст песни Шахерезада - Улица родная

You are my feeling
Street beloved mine
how much do not drive how much does not go around
Crack everywhere your beauty
And as before in childhood
somewhere next door
A crystal chime is heard
And the memories of the galance
Returns the bell ringing again

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Windows Golden Wall Painted
Old fences at churches Patterns
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Together we coped someone's days of the Raja
ran to Sokolniki Gurby
And in the winter wearing on sleds sled
swirl in a cobblestone pavement
years flew and now loss
year from year to feel stronger
The street is aging with her we are growing up
Time runs away every day quick

native cute such street
Windows Golden Wall Painted
Old fences at churches Patterns
horses removal poplar gray