Текст песни Владимир Муромцев и группа Редкая Птица - Спетая песенка

sing a song

Over the life of the sun began to decline: short days in November.
And alone in your pocket ruble as an old mouse hole.
And these girls marvelous that you loved so much,
Wasted in smoke fighting ranks.

And if he had not been born to you this day,
And your children are drinking beer, not knowing you.
And it is not seen following past on a flat surface of water -
As if you did not fall off a cliff into the sky.

Chorus.
Sing a song - a ladder to heaven, and the moon night.
And you do not drink to the dregs.
Sing a song - the sky ladder, smoke above the water.
And you go home.

And everything happens - dancing time your step.
What do you like at the end of the black and bitter thy bread.
But, like a good dog, at the ends of the bridge,
A step behind, a shadow coming for you.

Chorus.