Текст песни Сурган Валерий - В синей глубине

_avtor -Dmitry Obukhov

In the blue depths, white penoyu
Wind mischief, playing, splashing

It seems that we generally live
 Just back from the soul of something torn

It seems a long time we become adults
But then again the night weeping into a pillow

Replacing cheap prose poems
From their children in ignorance of hiding
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The clear blue depths of the sun
I would like to get, apparently empty
So here is itself on the bottom
The beauty beckoning to his unparalleled
By surrounding himself troubled pile
Eyes roamed the earth Ryskov
A look up to
And break out of powder
And give love As before sincerely
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In the blue depths no bitterness
Oh, I was born b Bluebird
to run up high gorochki
 Yes dived over the country, over the border Yes
It seems a trifle, which also suffer
Only pulls down sadly Brenna
And over his head again played
Wind as a kid with a white foam.