Текст песни белокурая жека басотский
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Do not write me a story, do not write a novel.
I do not link the plot as live his life.
I'm not a thug, I'm kind-hearted man.
But sin is not enough for his short life.
From that I write poems to her their sadness,
As a child, I want everyone to be happy,
And my heart beats of a wounded bird,
When I realize that this is not true.
I am grateful to life that I kissed women
Kneaded with them flowers, lying on the grass.
I love all animals, our younger brothers.
And do not stray hit on the head.
But there is no love of the village to the big city
And no longer remain indifferent forces.
Throw to hell, I'll grow a beard,
And I go for a tramp native Russia.
Chorus:
I do not need me now fortune and good luck
I want to forget I'm under the February blizzard.
Just I understand that without his eccentricities
I relive the day on the ground can not. (2p)
Young blonde with a sensual grin.
I'm with you is tender, I'm with you not rude.
I do not care how much you fondle
How many hands do you remember how much you remember lips.
I know they've all been like the shadows
I have not touched your fire.
I know that many of you sit on his lap.
And now here I sit.
Let your eyes half closed to me
And let today do you think about somebody else,
I have to be honest, he does not love you very much.
Buried in the past, dear, dear.
This fervor is not properly be called fate,
Frivolous, fiery Us
Just as I happened to meet with you
So I smile and quietly broke up
And when the other going down the alley.
According to an old habit, talking about love
Maybe I too will go out for a walk
And you nimfetochka we meet again
And from Nezhdanov slightly stooped shoulders
Graceful not much bent down
You tell me quietly: & quot; Jack, good evening & quot;
I'll tell you & quot; good evening, Miss. & Quot;
And nothing will disturb your soul.
And nothing you do not throw in a shiver.
After all, who loved, so he can not love,
After all, who burned will not be lit.
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