Зимовье Зверей - Нет, это не вальс
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Dresser. Patephone evil needle.
Tifozoic-icon room. Fyga.
Where have you been? When you were
Sister of mercy (in brackets - dug)?

Poor squeaky flat firm
A bed on which everything is conceived at once:
Magi and desires, hunger and death,
DRIZAS and enemies, sons and enthusiasm.

And the smell of bugs - the smell of Dyhov,
Bad dresses, Prims, elephants.
Basic chord of Fisarmon fur.
Armchair in wrinkles. Poems and fans ...

And the year is an unnamed, untimely age.
War is not a war, but sad and blizzard.
And there is a young man behind the glass
And still a girl (in brackets - dug).

Am am+7
No, this is not a waltz,
AM7 AM6
This is what I did for you
DM
On the opposite of Pyti.
DM+7
No, this is not a waltz,
DM7 F
This is a few crumpled phrases
E.
Instead of the word "sorry."

No, this is not a waltz,
This is just a sad story
With an unlucky end
Yes, this is not a waltz,
This is the life of an engaging us
With an equivalent face.

Account, give me an account!
Do not give a damn that everything is flowing
And breaks the bridges.
Pouns night long
And hygyna lions Y Gate
Sticking the tails.

Thunder, whirlpool, -
It is impossible to move forward
If the memory is alive!
Account, give me an account!
I'm getting down, but time does not wait
EM7
And shakes the rights.

AM7 EM7 AM7 EM7
One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three, once-
AM7 EM7 AM7 N7
This is not a dance, no, this is not a waltz,
DM G Am7
Something kichevo, something worthless
EM7 EM7/G EM7/F EM7
Trying to lure us again.
One-two-three, one-two-three, once, two and three-
You see - you love, do not see - look:
Couples of dancing, three custody,
Birds, blues, starlings, bullfinches ...

Lighter, smoother, wider, quieter -
The one who yzned will never wake up.
The one who woke up is the posters
And in the spring in self -grocery will curl up.

One who is struck by live water,
Wrap in Lyzhi and devoted to oblivion.
I go to the forests for you
To get to your revival.

I fulfill orders and even
Secretly beret tips and balance.
I put everything on the sale -
Meanness, as sincerity, is Ynniversal.

Sebaceous lines, dense shadows,
Thin waist, well -aimed ricks, -
Waltz is an ideal invention,
To extend the long -awaited mys.

Sheet, a sheet falls ...
Do you hear a supervy mysterious whistle? -
This time has come.
Sheet, a sheet falls ...
If you can still look around
And - rain about glass!

Sheet, a sheet falls ...
I have not been an optimist for a long time,
I have denied myself.
Down, still down ...
I am lying down
But I really wanted to go up! ..

One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three, once-
This is not a dance, no, this is not a waltz,
Something kichevo, something worthless
Trying to lure us again.
One-two-three, one-two-three, once, two and three-
You see - you love, do not see - look:
Couples of dancing, three custody,
Birds, blues, starlings, bullfinches ...

No, this is not a waltz,
This is what I did for you
On the opposite of Pyti.
No, this is not a waltz,
This is a few crumpled phrases
Instead of the word "sorry."

Yes, this is not a waltz,
This is just sad, sad,
A sad story.
No, this is not a waltz,
This is one-two-three, one-two-three,
One-two-three, one-two-three, since ...