Владимир Чуйкин, Михаил Боярский - Перед грозой
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Nice to remember at sunset hour
Love, forgotten once.
It is useful to remember in the hour of dawn
The words of the forgotten poet.
Generous to us sinners earth
And the heavens are full of threat.
And something else there ..
Tra la-la-la ...
In front of the thunderstorm so the roses smell.
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We know everything, because we are not children,
It is dangerous to live on white light.
But how not to live in the light of white,
Kohl love life with soul and body.
Generous to us sinners earth
And the heavens are full of threat.
And something else there ..
Tra la-la-la ...
In front of the thunderstorm so the roses smell.
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