Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Сказки

Denis Sudyakova's song

Soon midnight it will turn the shawl.
The lights go out in your house.
At the fence in the night, the autumn itself
Lullaby whispering rain.
Let droplets without caress
In a blanket from dry leaves.
Suppose you will tell you good fairy tales
And completely let it be bad.

Only this is not possible,
Do not wait for you lie from her.
Along the fence in the night carefully
Breaks to you Voronene.
Umbrella over Sleeps - Black paints,
And, they whisper at your ear:
"Good fairy tales are not born -
Only your wines only. "

And, hearts die, of course
But in the night my advice you hear:
"Evil is not forever, and not infinitely,
Because they are not afraid of the baby "
And when Voroniene scores masks
Harlequin, villains of dashing -
Let good fairy tales be born,
And, quite, let it be bad.