Текст песни Анатолий Багрицкий - Голый номер

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Sift the puzzle of the body on the bed
And head of the Service for twelve.
In the morning I will gather them together again,
Of course, if will be collected.

And if I did not sleep scared
And I do not apprehend it wrong,
The next morning the heart sparkle again
Habitual piano moderato.

I like that we do not die
In the dream, at least for good,
The sun between our worlds
Is in all its glory,

In inherent in its status as decoration
Of the ultraviolet rays.
I like fangs prominences
Et cetera, and in the same vein.

Road caked golden crust
On the crumb raw black soil.
Nice, overcoming a hill,
Whistling tune cheerless.

Day was over and nothing is,
Stands as a spoon in my mother's borscht.
I like that we do not die,
What we do not die at all.