Текст песни Шамиль Ибрагимов - Белый лебедь

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On the wall of rain droplets
D hm em
and outside the window is a cold wind
the bartender pours me a loan
a glass my friend for tonight

F d em
three years ago
such a rain on the piron
matchstick wet tobacco
and boiled in a chamber carriage
matchstick wet tobacco
and boiled up in a chamber carriage,

the petals broke on the rocks
hope of a boy
such a sneaky lilac
lousy fate laughed

then camp huts
and the day of the extended string
pebble rusty loop
and crumpled pages in life
kalyuchka rusty loop,
and crumpled pages in life

autumn strings pouring longing
a glass of wine and cigarettes,
once again from scratch
we are waiting for writing fairy-tale scripts
once again from scratch,
we are waiting for writing fairy-tale scripts

three years ago
such a rain on the piron
matchstick wet tobacco
and boiled in a chamber carriage
matchstick wet tobacco
and boiled in a chamber carriage