Текст песни А.Дольский - Велосипед

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 Oh how you want into the blue forest

 Oh, how you want in the black forest,

 But my transport broke down all

 I sit and leaf through the album.

 Here is the Signaca Cape Orange

 Here are the forests and the road of Avera,

 Suddenly a good thought flashed:

 "Could I create an old bike?"
 



 
 Chorus: Give me, Henri Russo, your "Baby Wheel",


 Give it to you, young Picasso, "The Triangle Wheel",


 My beloved, beloved Van Gogh,


 Give the Provencal bell,


 Lend me a frame, Serra,


 The rest is in the barn.
 

 So the bike is created,

 Shouldn't I go to St. Mary?

 I haven’t been to Tambourine Cafe for a hundred years.

 I'd rather sit on the frame

 Pre-selecting the canvas,

 Renoir misty lady

 And go on a camping trip.



    Chorus.
 

 I will drive through the yellow landscapes

 At the time of the cornfield, at the time of the harvest.

 And the autumn leaves of the adagio above me will swirl.

 I don’t want to go to the blue forest

 I don’t feel like in the black forest,

 I'm dominated by Gauguin's dreams,

 Manet beckons me.