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(Слова: Алина Шклярская)
Уйду-останусь, столкнусь плечом,
Неровным шагом разоблачен,
Вертелся бесом среди дорог,
А сам не весел, а сам продрог.
А я у пьяниц хочу еще
Украсть румянец с горячих щек.
А я у пьяниц хочу еще
Украсть румянец с горячих щек...
До фонарей считали мили,
Кого жалели и мало били,
И каждый верит хотя бы раз,
Когда лукаво искрится глаз.
А я у пьяниц еще хочу
Украсть веселья себе чуть-чуть.
А я у пьяниц еще хочу
Украсть веселья себе чуть-чуть...
Какая прихоть - себя беречь,
Таясь в осколках случайных встреч;
И час, которым считают версты,
Ничто (всего лишь) и все так просто.
А я у пьяниц хочу еще
Украсть румянец с горячих щек.
А я у пьяниц хочу еще
Украсть румянец с горячих щек...
(Words: Alina Shklyarskaya)
I will leave, I will face my shoulder,
The uneven step is exposed,
Turned around with a demon among the roads,
And he himself is not the cheerful, but he was a shift.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal the blush from hot cheeks.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal a blush from hot cheeks ...
Miles were considered to the lanterns,
Who they spared and beat little,
And everyone believes at least once
When the eye sparkles slyly.
And I also want drunkards
To steal fun for yourself a little.
And I also want drunkards
Steal the fun for yourself a little ...
What a whim - to protect yourself,
Hung in fragments of random meetings;
And the hour who is considered miles,
Nothing (just) and everything is so simple.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal the blush from hot cheeks.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal a blush from hot cheeks ...
I will leave, I will face my shoulder,
The uneven step is exposed,
Turned around with a demon among the roads,
And he himself is not the cheerful, but he was a shift.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal the blush from hot cheeks.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal a blush from hot cheeks ...
Miles were considered to the lanterns,
Who they spared and beat little,
And everyone believes at least once
When the eye sparkles slyly.
And I also want drunkards
To steal fun for yourself a little.
And I also want drunkards
Steal the fun for yourself a little ...
What a whim - to protect yourself,
Hung in fragments of random meetings;
And the hour who is considered miles,
Nothing (just) and everything is so simple.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal the blush from hot cheeks.
And I want more at the drunkards
Steal a blush from hot cheeks ...
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