Винтовка Харви - Мечта
текст песни

Get up, girl, a little more
We must see a familiar city
Charming view from the hill
Someday we will be there
You took off the uniform, evening dress
Completes the sketch, let's start again
Visit your favorite theater
Each corner of scenery consider
But someday, you hear, Sarah Bernard
Will play its last role
And instead of the hospital ward
House with mesonin, Tarot cards
Cruise on the Atlantic, Summer Morning
The boobs of the steamer will wake me up
Trophies in the box are removed
But here's what I think all the time

Empty forms from the funeral
Burn out in the nearest boiler room
Trams are dawn, the cabmen shout
As if it became warmer
"Who's there?" Probably heard
The door slammed, and only the wind
In the alleys of the autumn garden
Our traces are observing

I live ten quarters from April
Electric apples ripen on trees
Fiction goes next to modernity
Herbert Wels's dreams come true
At the entrance to the museum of schoolchildren
Bank employees smoke on the sidelines
Temples are huddled next to skyscrapers
Theory of evolution and astrology
Through bottomless abysses and black ditches
Bridges and ferry crossings were built
It is easy to get to an inaccessible dream
We will get there by bus
Get up, girl, a little more
We must see a familiar city
Charming view from the hill
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Empty forms from the funeral
Burn out in the nearest boiler room
Trams are dawn, the cabmen shout
As if it became warmer
"Who's there?" Probably heard
The door slammed, and only the wind
In the alleys of the autumn garden
Our traces are observing