Текст песни Сурганова Светлана - РУКИ В БРЮКИ, ПАЛЬЦЫ В КОЛЬЦА

Hands in his pockets, his fingers in rings
In bad weather a volunteer
I hasten to go
There is no snow, no sun
Rain, so the last days Donets
But I like it

And from the sound of an old car horn and Scherzo
Vytantsovyvaetsya with my heart in unison

Rain mixes with the Neva, and quickly brings the river
This happens when a long cry clouds
Saviour wet patterns of pure blue-blooded
Yes, the poor awaken eyes, excite Kings

And all the old cars as rain knocks,
The charge for the tango, the foxtrot under pereinachit

And Kazan two wing away from austere
Closer to the Mother of God to gather people
And I'm on the run by grace and horses
I go to myself, delirium in the city of rain

That's all the old cars also dries anchor
The rivers that flow into the Nevsky open sea
The Cathedral, the dome's pouring,
Polishing every detail of creation of Peter.

And frets not build my soaked guitar
He draws circles know yourself already above normal
Yes, God, when I gave birth to it, he landed, he guessed
Peter nurtured me, in Peter I created

And no more than streams without a rustle on the roofs
My life is not fragile, it does not sound, do not write songs