Текст песни Олег Митяев-С добрым утром, любимая - нас так будили на теплоходе Семен Буденный

In the town of peripheral,
It gives spring petrol
Sweet slumber zamorochenny people.
And haze thins over the highway,
Where white paint
I wrote some local idiot:

& Quot; Good morning, darling! & Quot; -
In large letters,
& Quot; Good morning, darling! & Quot; -
Sparing no whitewash.
And burning unsociable
Caption lights beckoning,
And with the moon visible,
And with the surrounding stars.

Night melt without residue
And it will remain a mystery,
Who wrote and will argue nightingales
They are perfectly visible from the branch,
What is broken markup,
And so it is a pity that the traffic police will be upset.

Good morning, my love,
You are my Sweetheart,
This line beautiful
He looks in your window.
Can line happy,
March stored,
Would you like the way a beacon,
Let tolerate the traffic police.