Сергей Коржуков - Сентиментальный вальс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What kind of music lived in it, it is necessary. He played like a whole concert brigade. In his hands, the guitar did not accurately, she was trembling like a naked girl. The shepherds bark so that the hut is hungry and the guard itself and the guard itself, but I am not angry with people or dogs, but at five, the boss, this is early, but we all thought, the bastard from the jokes. Where in the urke this fraer school. And we were pointing from the guitar and beast, and suddenly we warmed osuku or fraer. And for himself he was not a phrasebook at all. Well, I stole, well, from a youngster, a homeless man. Well, these scars are from a knife and from a nagan, and I learned from a guitar from a gypsy. Well, the gypsies from there lived with an absolutely. And he was already lobeling Tchaikovsky on notes. Ah, these horses are gypsy wealth. And the first move, he went for a horse -haired. And there it went and everything from the mountain, as they say. And he became a crook in law, Lanz Dris. He was noticed and tattooed on forty business trips. There is a stage, Eyet Peshko, an uneven system. And Sidora drags with him under the convoy. And Mogo, by the okrom of the repertoire, has a case in his hands, and the guitar in the case. He walked through the pebbles in different zones. Heating the world of evil with that guitar ringing. His authorities invited to May Day, and he said: I do not play for the cops. And the boss himself flashed to Urkagan, and for the Nagan, and the holster without a nagan. And he played us, and standing listened to the sharaga. This waltz for non -Roblag. What kind of music lived in it, it is necessary ...