Текст песни Сергей Луковкин - Барышня ангел

Sing to me ...
Something but very quiet.
something, but not about summer,
And not about it, and do not
I sing about that everything is in order ...
I will cry: do not be afraid
I'm sick, yes, but I'm not wild
Sing a song, sing a soul, sing an angel
And after take me away, and after take me away
From here ...
From here to me to heaven for a long time
Crawl the path narrow, mud
Snows, november cold
And talk while
With you alone. My angel, drop it!
I did not confuse
My angel angel, of course
And soon will take me away
From here ...
From here
This shows too little
I climbed higher in the mountains
I even went down in the sea
I flew to the west like a bird
Men met there with love
They asked them to sing about Russia
And I screamed, wheezed and cried
They felt sorry for me. Angel!
Take me away
From here ...
Where the gods sent me
To compose 2 hundreds of songs
And to sell them more expensive
While remaining Russian
Thank you, gods, for your humor,
But nothing happened.
we are crowned with love with muse
We made love to her ... Angel
Sing me
Something but very quiet.
something, but not about summer,
And not about it, and do not
I sing about that everything is in order ...
I will cry: do not be afraid
I'm sick, yes, but I'm not wild
Sing a song, sing a soul, sing an angel
And after take me away, and after take me away
From here ...