Текст песни Александр Розембаум - Маня

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It was a restaurant
G7 c
Where the cops hang.
G7 (G)
They took Mania in his pocket -
With A7
Fraynulsya.
Dm
White dress in peas,
Am
Opera young
H7 e7
Whispers to her: "Tell me where Lyokha,
Am
Let me go home. "

And on the street, snowstorms -
Evil outskirts.
Not so seen enough
For the owner.
"I won’t tell you where anyone is,
Do not judge, starley.
Would you sell your pigeon?
That's it. And pour it. "

Manya was thrown on the bunk,
Clicked the key.
You play my guitar
Speak again.
It's hot in your kisses
Life is lucky.
Move over, commodity
Black-browed.

How she lived, how she slept -
God alone knows.
Mania served eight
Long years and winters.
And as she came out, she looked back -
There is no life
Because fraernaet
At twenty young years.

Case in the evening. It was getting dark.
The lights are on.
Manya knocked on the hut
It’s not your own.
The dress is the same as polka dots
Yes, silk scarves.
"I am back, hello Lesha,
Lovely spine! "

Oh, fate, candle cinder,
Sparrow in the hand ...
The door opened Mane Shmar
In a red wig.
Well-fed Lech in the hallway
The light bulb screwed ...
Manya gasped in pain
And she lost her strength.