Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - 10. Надя-Наденька

From the windows, the crust carries a roasted,
Behind the curtains flashed hands.
There are no stops, but I am pleased!
The chauffeur in the bus is my best friend.

And the horses in the twilight leads the maneers,
The bus is new hurry, hurry.
Ah, Nadya, Nadya, I b for a dihedral
In any direction of your soul.
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She is in a specialist in such a messed
Takes unthinkable such on it.
Ah, Nadya, Nadya, we were happy,
Where do you chase your horses?

But horses in twilight leads the maneers.
The bus is new hurry, hurry.
Ah, Nadya, Nadya, I b for a dihedral
In any direction of your soul!