Юрий Шевчук и Константин Казански - Ларек - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wind, sleepers on the buttonholes:

Night, station, eyes in the window ...

opened time and boundaries

Heaven Borodino.

The lanterns gnaw at the alley,

A steam locomotive like a block of ice,

In black soot on the rahs

Warred horde;

Evil stage, swallow diles,

Beat the jerk of the jerk

Zeki sleep on roll call

In a dirty puddle at the stall;

Citizen chief jumps

A document in the wind,

And on rails time cries -

We will be happy in the morning.

Life is sick, coughing - boredom,

He drinks heartburn from the river

Licking ashes, barking bitch

By the movement of the hand;

In the bandaged station

So habitually icy

Rusty medals pour

Heaven in Borodino.

Believe that we know for sure:

Life will not be so bitter -

We will live in warmth and from the edge,

Picking at the stall.

We will express the earth with stalls,

We will connect the West and the East.

Bay mcdonalds - I accept

Only our native tray.

Our stall we are all joys,

Speak by meaning in the wind:

It has trouble and a disco,

In it - salvation in the morning.

My Rus', you dream of many.

Prophetic dream is always a nightmare.

Both rich and wretched -

Everyone got this gift.

What is open to us in the world

What will we burdened the centuries?

In a five -room apartment

I sleep at the stall.

To my freedom of speech

Pour goats freedom of lies.

Citizen chief, again

Tell the tale to the evil!

I don't know who we can become, -

Do we believe that steel is strong?

Rus' is finished off by sunset

Walking at the stall.

Cities knocking on a screen

In the foreheads of frozen villages.

We are leaving too early

Leaving rubbish.

We have gone our way

On the Nazis, on the pop

We dragged our souls to God -

Sorry, not everyone survived.

And spiritually, as if on a sigh,

Cuts the sky beauty ...

We are your bunches with your teeth

We tear to a pure canvas.

Beauty, you are here, dear, -

Inaccessible, not easy.

We are watching you

Hanging up at the stall.

You will save us, I know for sure

I am your enemy, your food ...

Beauty does not disappear

It only leaves sometimes.

Mais Jamais,

Oh, Pourra

Arriver

Jusqu'aking toi.

Mais Jamais,

Oh, Pourra

Arriver

Jusqu'aking toi.

Dis Comment

On te voit

Dans Cette Boue

Oh, beauté.

Dis Comment

On te voit

Dans Cette Boue

Oh, beauté.

Oh, beauté.

Oh, beauté ...

per. from French - "But it is never impossible to reach you. Tell me how to see you in this dirt, oh, beauty. Tell me how to achieve you. Oh, beauty. Oh, beauty. In order not to forget these beautiful dreams/dreams