Тело аигел текст песни
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Ночь - родная, пушистая, теплая смерть.
Грустноглазая, нежная скука коровья,
И в корягах сосудов запуталась кровья,
Племенная заблудла речушка моя.
Спит верховный судья -
Бог судья вам, судья, -
Ему снится, как мантии выбросив крылья,
Он возносится над человеческой пылью,
Но в ковыль вдруг подстрелен летит из ружья.
The supreme judge is sleeping -
God will judge you, judge, -
He dreams, like a mantle throwing wings,
It rises above human dust,
But in a feather grass suddenly shot down flies a shotgun.
I'll wait for you naked in the reeds
And in the autumn galoshes,
And in the winter hammocks,
In the vernal waters, in our chamomile chambers,
And again there will be autumn, winter and spring,
There will be summer and autumn, winter and spring,
There will be summer and autumn, winter and spring,
It will be summer and autumn
And in the fall of that
Rumbles, stumbling stormyly on the rapids,
my ancient river
And I'm on the cake
K from shame and surf crimson wall
I swim in a white dress with a veil make-up,
Shout it out & quot; it's me! come out, it's me! & quot;
And beautifully shot down take off a gun,
And like a pigeon sit down at your window.
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