Диля Даль - Попурри - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Warm place Our footprints are waiting on the street Star dust on boots Soft chair checkered blanket The trigger was not pulled in time Sunny day in dazzling dreams Blood type on the sleeve My serial number on the sleeve Wish me luck in battle Wish me Don’t stay in this grass Don’t stay in this grass Wish me luck Wish me luck On my table in a small bedroom Among the toys of perfumes and lipsticks There is a photograph of a young wanderer - He looks into my soul with a smiling gaze. A photograph nine by twelve With a naive caption “as a keepsake” A photograph where you could smile, Although a smile is unlikely to fix anything. On a white night, the lilac leaves are swayed by the wind, sometimes timid, sometimes bold. On a white night, at the hour when I fall asleep, I have a surprisingly white dream. The bird will flap its magic wing, and I will guess your appearance. On the White Night, you and I will go Where I don’t know, where I don’t know The White Night has descended like a cloud, The wind tells fortunes on the young leaves. I hear a familiar speech, I see your appearance. Why is this only in a dream? You have become the happiest of people. You have a hundred faithful friends. Hey, do you hear our hundred and first friend? We have hundreds of reliable hands. Hurry, come to us and bring friends. Don’t have a hundred rubles, but have a hundred friends. Forget about this day No one needs an argument Don’t lecture me Mom, this is of no use I’m running away to my friends again What draws me here I don’t know I can’t stay for long without music Music has bound us together It has become our secret I repeat in response to all persuasion Us they won’t separate us, no Music has bound us together It has become our secret I repeat in response to all persuasion We won’t be separated, no I’m tired of singing about this foreign country I’ll put on felt boots and a red coat I’ll go and visit my beloved capital Even though no one will recognize me in this form I’ll take me for a walk gentleman He knows all my songs by heart Not a foreigner and not the son of a millionaire He is a simple accountant, so be it My dear accountant He is so simple My dear accountant And happiness will come if there is peace in your soul My dear accountant He is so simple Accountant, dear, dear, my accountant, but dear, but all mine