Текст песни The Presunset Singer Guitar Recordings - Счастливый билет

The clock beats twelve - The carriage is shattered into tatters
Shoes on the square - The prince is already running after the fact that
Not like ordinary devotees and false women
What fall to the feet to fall to their feet
necklace And rings in the frame of the sun
Or moonlight and beyond that
There is so much anger in their hearts
That there was not enough for this not a single prince at all
And according to the laws of their meanness, glasses filled with poison

In the castle for sure It's all over for all
Prince can be saved But it remains to remember
Did he drink poison
But in the castle everything is exactly finished

And he runs towards the darkness
It will not be reflected there in his hand
From the shoe crystal light.
CHORUS
Ticket to secular life - a beautiful life ticket
You fairies give great prospects a bouquet
Golden wealth to the poor, love to romantics
And those who lost themselves will be presented with a new world of paint
THE END OF THE PRINCE

Wash wash dishes to clean wash
Fingers in the corn climb on the roof
Again cry and sob again
Forget about pain forget about sisters
Goes again to the tartaras
Dreams of happiness, happy future
Again there is no place in the taxi
A girl waiting for a handsome young man
In the high-rise buildings of the Khrushchev's capital
Suddenly, the whisper of the girl
That would have disappeared to break
Shatter and not reborn
What are you doing? Will respond with an answer
Here's a couple of lucky tickets
Use as you want the second way, on everyones
And the lady dissolved into the air
gave a couple of pieces of coveted
The one whose life got
They did not see her again in that capital
To the forest the girl disappeared and disappeared
CHORUS
Ticket to secular life - a beautiful life ticket
You fairies give great prospects a bouquet
Golden wealth to the poor, love to romantics
And those who lost themselves will be presented with a new world of paint
THE END OF THE PRINCE
In a dark forest where there is not a soul
Will meet those who flee From others
In a dark glade they will collide with each other
Smile them will give out their hands
From different worlds but native to each other
Will be found that night and then destroyed
Inscriptions of sisters and people will die in the castle
So that there is not the anger left that the drop
For a drop Lishal those two of his souls and desires
Tickets burned and went into the looking-glass
But not having time to make a step
The prince falls suddenly His blood cools in his veins
The girl does not understand anything just looks
On the ashes of their burned desires
An empty plea seems to anyone
Tears on the skin and screams
But the breath in the chest and the eyes of the deceased
See again
CHORUS
Ticket to secular life - a beautiful life ticket
You fairies give great prospects a bouquet
Golden wealth to the poor, love to romantics
And those who lost themselves will be presented with a new world of paint
THE END OF THE PRINCE