Слова песни на арбате
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Улица знакомая, фонари зажженные.
Здесь рождаются стихи и поют влюбленные.
Здесь живут волшебники, мудрецы и клоуны.
И принцессы, что навек кем-то заколдованы.
Здесь живут счастливых дней сны, воспоминания.
Если можешь, мне опять здесь назначь свидание.
У сверкающих витрин на Арбате сказочном,
С нашей верностью в любви снова мы окажемся.
Улица знакомая, фонари зажженные.
Улица знакомая, фонари зажженные.
Улица знакомая, фонари зажженные.
Улица знакомая, фонари зажженные. Street friend, lights lit .
Here are born poems and singing in love.
It is home to wizards, sages and clowns .
And the princess that ever someone bewitched.
Here live the happiest days of dreams and memories.
If you can, I am here again a date.
In the sparkling storefronts on Arbat fairy,
With our faithfulness in love again we find ourselves.
Chorus:
On the Arbat at Arbat fate brought us once .
Spun, he gave days of crazy dance.
On the Arbat at Arbat days as a child, the smell of mint .
Days like cotton candy, like a happy New Year!
On the Arbat at Arbat fate brought us once .
Spun, he gave days of crazy dance.
On the Arbat at Arbat days as a child, the smell of mint .
Days like cotton candy, like a happy New Year!
Spinning tirelessly blizzard of my days .
As we could leave - still can not believe it.
My Arbat, please, give everything you dreamed of!
Let my dreams and fairy tale does not end for a long time!
Chorus:
On the Arbat at Arbat fate brought us once .
Spun, he gave days of crazy dance.
On the Arbat at Arbat days as a child, the smell of mint .
Days like cotton candy, like a happy New Year!
On the Arbat at Arbat fate brought us once .
Spun, he gave days of crazy dance.
On the Arbat at Arbat days as a child, the smell of mint .
Days like cotton candy, like a happy New Year!
On the Arbat at Arbat fate brought us once .
Spun, he gave days of crazy dance.
On the Arbat at Arbat days as a child, the smell of mint .
Days like cotton candy, like a happy New Year!
On the Arbat at Arbat fate brought us once .
Spun, he gave days of crazy dance.
On the Arbat at Arbat days as a child, the smell of mint .
Days like cotton candy, like a happy New Year!
Street friend, lights lit .
Street friend, lights lit .
Street friend, lights lit .
Street friend, lights lit .
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