Текст песни А.И. Гранович - Клюква

CRANBERRY

At the grave of an old rotting skull sedately
Cranberry red with swamp he loved
He sang cranberries gentle words
Come to the grave, be my love

Come to the grave, to bend together
Come to the grave, a song we sing
Come to the grave, we ceremoniously rot
And you only, cranberries, I will love

Responsible cranberries, skull, as well as
Have you been too old skull is not a dude
What is with you in the crude grave decorum rot
I'll be with the dudes at the bar drinking vodka

Come to the grave, to bend together
Come to the grave, a song we sing
Come to the grave, we ceremoniously rot
And you only, cranberries, I will love

Here comes cranberries in chuvakovsky club
There are dancing the twist and twist hula-hoop
There's a jazz cranberry drunk
Suddenly from under the pillow bass sounds

Come to the grave, to bend together
Come to the grave, a song we sing
Come to the grave, we ceremoniously rot
And you only, cranberries, I will love

Ceremoniously swept by a succession of years
Was our cranberries certainly not the same
Remembered the skull and his words
Come to the grave, be my love

Come to the grave, to bend together
Come to the grave, a song we sing
Come to the grave, we ceremoniously rot
And you only, cranberries, I will love