Текст песни Денисов Александр - Жизнь стоя на табуретке

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I dance, unfortunately, do not know how,
But the dance of life as if a hand -
Me with a kiss is given in the neck
From one whose heels are intact.

As aims, could not help a wry,
My private defiant step:
(With rain in the puddles - if playfully,
As with jump - though slowly)

So with a slight movement of the legs,
Verses heaving steps above.
In the mood only child writes -
Only adult, writes the paper.

Not soon I will allow myself to:
(When?) (Why?) And other matters.
But I know that I do not write,
As for the paper to write an adult.

And dancing years, unwittingly horosheya,
One child, suitable for gray hair,
Under the ceiling, with a loop on one's neck,
Last time station and one.