Скала Фрэглов - Лайма
текст песни

I tied you with tape to the bed
To reveal to you a terrible secret:
The best singer in the world -
This is Vaikule Lyme.

Old, dull tape recorder,
That on the balcony was dusting for a long time,
Does his good deed:
He plays the music of those
Whose name is not written on the streets with chalk.

For you all night and until the morning
Laima Vaikule sang:

Ah, vernisage, ah, vernissage,
What a portrait, what a landscape!
I will kill the cat, I will blow up the garage,
What sausages, what a courage!

You wriggled like a cord from a guitar,
Cried, sobbed, lips bit,
But in vain I was tormented with you -
She did not become your idol ...

But a rich repertoire
Soviet pop
Eighties
We are offering a wide selection!

Here, for example, Sasha Barykin -
Still young, rather quick,
It will sing our hits!
Open beer, get the fish!

I will drive a bicycle
I will stop him in thick meadows,
Naru flowers and give a bouquet to that girl,
Which I love ...

Let's say no "
Alcohol, drugs and other vices.
No depression and there is no negative
After all, we are supporters of pop alternatives!

Let the charge of positive emotions
From positive music music
Will become
Something like an electric shock.

You will get rid of
The bad influence of rock,
Stunned from new sensations.
Pour tea, get cookies!

(x2):
And we do not dream of a cosmodrome,
Not this ice blue,
And we dream of grass and house,
Green, green grass ...
Green grass.