Текст песни Анатолий Шенберг - Заметает вьюга

blizzard swept out


Listen to me,
I know for sure -
We poodinochno
Steal names.
Fake in the wind
Colds violin -
Another postscript
In December of prayer.

Do not we have selected the day
For a point of no return.
And after this date
Light passes into the shadow.
No night is not a single day
On this crossing,
And the beach is only right,
And all alone.

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Sweep out a blizzard swept
Wet footprint.
Float away in the sky, floating away
My Corvette.
Dying Candles, burning down
In the gloom.
I miss you, I miss you
On Earth ...

Steppe cradle
Shabby kibitka,
Simple belongings,
Yes string pastel.
And somewhere out there,
For cloud hairy,
You, like us, somewhere
You run the heavens.

What is a trap
Incommunicado.
Up next on the list
Narrows loop.
And the first string
Strained as the chord,
And we in turn
Losing names!

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