Текст песни Михаил Круг - Марвихер

The evening was so quiet and the waves were filled with sadness
He played a waltz somewhere and the big moon shone
And on the shore where it is quiet, deserted and empty
Madame sat and was bored in the gazebo alone

And our maraviher is a handsome man of fort
Just at this hour I admired the coastal wave
Seeing her necklace ring and outfits
She thought she would stay with me this evening

I went into the gazebo and asked in French, sorry
It was good for the thief that in paris he shook shoals
And her heart was filled with a bell ringing
What if he left she died of melancholy

She swam and smelled the white rose
Looking at the sea through a trendy Govan larnet
And he told her like a poet writing prose
He should have read a sonnet for Shakespeare in the theater

We swami will go before sunset on the horizon
From there float silver clouds
Pearl rain will suddenly fall on a silk umbrella
Which is gripped by a tender hand with a ring

And the rain went but they are dry in the gazebo under the roof
In the distance, the steamer hummed like a swamped cop
She spoke and he didn't hear her anymore
But he knew that he was calling for seagulls, it was the client

Calling and praying, take me home, I feel bad
The head is spinning and the cold wind does not subside
Ahip anakhon on hamelezhku such a prideokha
But the thief shepherded her in Tver was not like that

At the entrance to the hotel on tsyrlach doorman and press
No one has seen handsome men like him in Odessa
And the ladies in the lobby whispered to each other
Handsome rich he is clever just a shermon

We went into the rooms and the layout for the highest standard
With one hand he spanked her plump skhidnyak
With his other hand he took off the gold by God
So the fingers played that our paganini slobak

In the window, the moonlight on the bed swam
In the bush, the grasshopper played the violin
And her lips whispered in delirium dear dear
And the cute one was already stitching on raspberries

About a year passed and a thief was burnt near Rostov
On the street they asked her to identify the thief
He thought he would go to the bunk on a new stage
Wolves burned me again about freedom to dream

The scribe was sitting and the brat inquired
As she entered, she pressed against the wall without feeling
He rushed to her and raised her in his arms like on that date
The cop told the cop just to break up if it weren't with her

She hugged his strong neck in response
Cuddled to her chest whispered ah mom sherm
Mercy caught for caring but I regret
Alas gentlemen, but that thief is not him at all