Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Мальчик

(Pononarev)
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The boy near the sea built the castle
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With a tower of bulk sand,
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Write fantasy from the frame
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Our usual Mirka.

Everywhere I found in the sand cigarette
Bones dry apricot,
Peaches brown skins,
And chopped her nose.

Not from laziness, it can be seen, not from boredom
He was erected by sandy he Parnas:
To beauty, hands stretched to the dream,
To height not created for us.

So I, come sinful things,
Souls call for stellar interval,
In life, like on the beach, empty
Skirts Yes, I find the cigarette.