Юрий Наумов - Эмигрантский блюз
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Dressed up like a Grand,
Up the ladder of the plane emigrant
I thought no more leg -
Nostalgia, at least run as a reckoning
An angry memory- away!
This night
Lights
Like an advertising shield
Goodbye, Rome,
London, Hamburg, Paris and Madrid!
... at one time on Monsieur
A solid dossier settled
These aspirations were measured
Well, believe me, not in Angstrem
Oh, yea ...
Evil memory- away!,
That night
Lights
Like Damocles Sword:
Do not die before dawn ...
I know dear
I know what's with you
You left your native shore
Yes forever
Oh yeah...
Two weeks,
Two weeks flew by
Like a day
Two weeks
Useless happiness
On the paving stones of ruthless squares
Evil memory, away,
This night
Lights
Like live eyes
Cities,
Where it is not customary to believe the tears
He knows, dear
The whole country knows:
You left your native shore
Yes forever
Oh, na ...
He knows, dear
The whole country knows:
You left your native shore
Yes forever...
Oh, na ...
Dressed up like a Grand,
AMIRARINE
Where are you, inner line,
That you bifurcate in the morning early
My memory? ...-
Away!
To hell with all of it -
Lights!
West night -
Let everything burn with blue fire!
Let it burn ...
He knows, dear
Only she alone:
You left your native shore
Yes forever...
Oh, na ...
OOH, Babe
I know dear
I know what's wrong with you:
You left your shore
Yes, you left your native shore
Yes, you left your native shore
Yes forever