Григорий Лепс и КрымКрамКрю - Тяжелый Флирт
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{{1 КУПЛЕТ }}
[Узбек]
Утро.Рано.Время на работу.
Пятое.Понедельник.Кофе и бутерброды.
Очередной житель планеты - знакомьтесь, вот он.
Бесполезные часы и так до субботы.
А я хотел делать комплименты,
но ты путаешь дороги,и они против ветра.
Мне все равно какая ты сегодня и во что одета
я не жалею , этот путь стоит каждого метра.
Ты очень часто чем-то недовольна.
Ты даришь людей, которые делают больно.
Но все также мы стихи тебе пишем, эмоции прочие.
Каждый мечтает с тобой связаться так тесно и прочно.
Утро. Рано. Время на работу.
Шестое, вторник. Кофе и бутерброды.
Дети взрослеют и ты рада новым ухажерам.
Легкий флирт для них становится тяжелым.
{{ ПРИПЕВ }}
Куда несет меня это течение реки?
Моя судьба.
Мне не резон менять тут её, хоть и за мной беги.
Моя судьба.
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[Фтарой]
Я не Хочу с тобой спорить
Давай просто поговорим
Лав-стои, которое вскоре
Построим
Закончится у закрытой двери
Всё в моих руках, всё в твоих руках
Больше джина в бокал, меньше тоника
Бармэн понял намёк, всё просто
Но всего один глоток и ты становишься монстром
Ты, говоришь у меня мало денег
Напоминаешь - завтра - понедельник
Плеснула мне в лицо вином
Одииин-ноооль.
{{ ПРИПЕВ }}
Куда несет меня это течение реки?
Моя судьба.
Мне не резон менять тут её, хоть и за мной беги.
Моя судьба.
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[Nels]
Меня влечет в твоих глазах этот сгусток чувств
Грусть и шум а я губами пульс ищу
Ты так нужна мне,вселяешь желанье дышать
Ты это знаешь этим играешь а жаль
Я верить не буду а ты лжешь по новой
Походу я жду другую а ты ждешь другого
Ты в высоко летаешь я так низко стою
Ты быстро растаешь а я быстро сгорю
И мы вроде пытались держатся дальше как могли
Даже не улыбаться Но ты же манишь как магнит
Ты даже не представляешь но это магия в крови
Ты что то забираешь что то даришь в тайне от других
Этот хрупкий мир скрыт от посторонних глаз
Что этот глупый флирт в миг Столько создал в нас
Я так измотан сейчас от постоянных поисков тебя
Отзовись пока не поздно, моя судьба.
{{ ПРИПЕВ }}
Куда несет меня это течение реки?
Моя судьба.
Мне не резон менять тут её, хоть и за мной беги.
Моя судьба.
[SlyK]
От ненависти, до любви, до дрожи в груди.
Твоя игра - мой никотин: ...так убивая манит дым.
Знаешь, мне важно кто сверху, ведь я лезу на стенку.
Без твоей благосклонности - не осужден, но взаперти.
Было пытался поменяться под тебя, стать романтиком, как Бог велит.
Но вовремя понял, что пошлый гад тебя поломав получит во сто крат.
Послушай мои планы, ма. Я буду твоим баловнем, таким, что выскоблят эти слова на камне.
Ведь только помощь твоих чар меня обучит счастью.
Крепко люби или терзай, но не дай скучать мне.
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{{1 verse}}
[Uzbek]
Morning. Rano. Time to work.
Fifth. Monedeline. Coffee and sandwiches.
Another resident of the planet - get acquainted, here he is.
Useless clock and so on until Saturday.
And I wanted to compliment
But you confuse the roads, and they are against the wind.
I don't care what you are today and what is dressed in
I do not regret, this path costs every meter.
You are very often unhappy with something.
You give people who hurt.
But still we write poetry to you, other emotions.
Everyone dreams of contacting you so closely and firmly.
Morning. Early. Time for work.
Sixth, Tuesday. Coffee and sandwiches.
Children grow up and you are glad to new boyfriends.
Light flirting for them becomes heavy.
{{Chorus}}
Where does this flow of the river bring me?
My destiny.
I am not a reason to change her here, although run after me.
My destiny.
{{2 verse}}
[Ftara]
I don't want to argue with you
Let's just talk
Lave-old, which soon
We will build
Will end at the closed door
Everything is in my hands, everything is in your hands
More gin in a glass, less tonic
Barman understood the hint, everything is simple
But only one sip and you become a monster
You say I have little money
Remind you - tomorrow - Monday
She splashed in my face with wine
Odiiin-Noool.
{{Chorus}}
Where does this flow of the river bring me?
My destiny.
I am not a reason to change her here, although run after me.
My destiny.
{{3 verse}}
[Nels]
This clot of feelings attracts me in your eyes
Sadness and noise and I'm looking for a pulse with lips
I need you so much, inspire the desire to breathe
You know this play it and be sorry
I will not believe but you are lying on the new
I am waiting for another campaign and you are waiting for another
You fly high, I stand so low
You quickly melt and I will quickly burn
And we kind of tried to move on as we could
Don't even smile, but you are beckoning like a magnet
You don't even imagine but this is magic in blood
You take something to give something secret from others
This fragile world is hidden from prying eyes
That this stupid flirting in the moment created so much in us
I am so exhausted now from constant searches for you
Open yet, my fate is not too late.
{{Chorus}}
Where does this flow of the river bring me?
My destiny.
I am not a reason to change her here, although run after me.
My destiny.
[Slyk]
From hatred, to love, to trembling in the chest.
Your game is my nicotine: ... so killing smoke.
You know, it is important for me who is from above, because I climb onto the wall.
Without your favor - not convicted, but locked up.
He was trying to change for you, to become a romantic, as God tells.
But in time I realized that the vulgar bastard, having broken you, would receive a hundred times.
Listen to my plans, ma. I will be your indulgence, such that these words will jump out on a stone.
After all, only the help of your spell will teach me happiness.
Love or torment firmly, but don't let me miss me.
{{Chorus}}
. . . .
[Uzbek]
Morning. Rano. Time to work.
Fifth. Monedeline. Coffee and sandwiches.
Another resident of the planet - get acquainted, here he is.
Useless clock and so on until Saturday.
And I wanted to compliment
But you confuse the roads, and they are against the wind.
I don't care what you are today and what is dressed in
I do not regret, this path costs every meter.
You are very often unhappy with something.
You give people who hurt.
But still we write poetry to you, other emotions.
Everyone dreams of contacting you so closely and firmly.
Morning. Early. Time for work.
Sixth, Tuesday. Coffee and sandwiches.
Children grow up and you are glad to new boyfriends.
Light flirting for them becomes heavy.
{{Chorus}}
Where does this flow of the river bring me?
My destiny.
I am not a reason to change her here, although run after me.
My destiny.
{{2 verse}}
[Ftara]
I don't want to argue with you
Let's just talk
Lave-old, which soon
We will build
Will end at the closed door
Everything is in my hands, everything is in your hands
More gin in a glass, less tonic
Barman understood the hint, everything is simple
But only one sip and you become a monster
You say I have little money
Remind you - tomorrow - Monday
She splashed in my face with wine
Odiiin-Noool.
{{Chorus}}
Where does this flow of the river bring me?
My destiny.
I am not a reason to change her here, although run after me.
My destiny.
{{3 verse}}
[Nels]
This clot of feelings attracts me in your eyes
Sadness and noise and I'm looking for a pulse with lips
I need you so much, inspire the desire to breathe
You know this play it and be sorry
I will not believe but you are lying on the new
I am waiting for another campaign and you are waiting for another
You fly high, I stand so low
You quickly melt and I will quickly burn
And we kind of tried to move on as we could
Don't even smile, but you are beckoning like a magnet
You don't even imagine but this is magic in blood
You take something to give something secret from others
This fragile world is hidden from prying eyes
That this stupid flirting in the moment created so much in us
I am so exhausted now from constant searches for you
Open yet, my fate is not too late.
{{Chorus}}
Where does this flow of the river bring me?
My destiny.
I am not a reason to change her here, although run after me.
My destiny.
[Slyk]
From hatred, to love, to trembling in the chest.
Your game is my nicotine: ... so killing smoke.
You know, it is important for me who is from above, because I climb onto the wall.
Without your favor - not convicted, but locked up.
He was trying to change for you, to become a romantic, as God tells.
But in time I realized that the vulgar bastard, having broken you, would receive a hundred times.
Listen to my plans, ma. I will be your indulgence, such that these words will jump out on a stone.
After all, only the help of your spell will teach me happiness.
Love or torment firmly, but don't let me miss me.
{{Chorus}}
. . . .