Текст песни Александр Новиков - Шара-бара

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In the distant city where childhood, his legs dangling,
Asian mayalos dusty heat,
Pass funny junk dealer on the road,
Inviting all their "ball-Bara."

And I have it on bottles and rags
Lollipops and a lot of things good,
And I shouted to the skies and the echoes:
- There is a ball bar! ..

I left. I wander around the capital,
Urban and gossip hero.
There junk another chariot
Touted gold & quot; ball-Bara & quot ;.

It changes shower castoffs on new clothes,
It traded from morning to morning.
From the Kremlin to the junk dealer rolls Rublevki.
- There is a ball bar! ..

I left. Time quietly erased ink,
Behind the years stood in a long operation.
And now, hoarse throat ripping,
I make do with myself ball-Bara.

Obgonyayuchi passing teams -
Knowing this is the court's time -
So I change my poems on paper.
- There is a ball-bar !.

Ball bar. Let me, just whistle.
Monists days splinters from the ax.
Change life even at least for half a lifetime.
Bowl ... Bowl-bar-bar.