Текст песни Александр Заславский - Рабочая смесь

How many pieces were played
How much was the main roles
In the summer night sang for princesses
Hands kissing swans.

The bear with the song went
And the moon was sitting in the yard
In the ear only wore strings
And now I wear instead of veins.

Flash working mixture
To each according to the star
The sky will wake up here
I give you the word.
Point flying forward
Dome stands around
Sky wake up here
Anchored in the breast rings.

Together with the stone danced on the water
Called himself on you
Notes painted on the wall
Built in the garden gardens
Sang, but frankly was not
Waited, but no one missed
In memory of the good forgotten
How much hated and waited.

I live - Birds of a feather
And patience mouthful
ZhSU on the banks of the phone
And the lure of crows.

I love simple conversation
Black tea and other eye
I love the simple screening
I have so little said.