Lyrics А.Дольский - Велосипед
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О, как хочется в синий лес,
О, как хочется в черный бор,
Но мой транспорт сломался весь,
Я сижу и листаю альбом.
Вот Синьяка "Оранжевый мыс",
Вот леса и дорога Авера,
Вдруг мелькнула хорошая мысль:
"Не создать ли мне старое вело ?"
Припев: Подари мне, Анри Руссо, свое "Детское колесо",
Подари, молодой Пикассо, "Треугольное колесо",
Мой любимый, любимый Ван Гог,
Подари "Провансальский звонок",
Раму мне одолжи, Серра,
Остальное лежит в сарае.
Вот и создан велосипед,
Не поехать ли в Сент-Мери ?
Я уже не бывал сто лет в кафе "Тамбурин".
Лучше я посажу на раму,
Предварительно выбрав холст,
Ренуара туманную даму
И отправлюсь в туристский поход.
Припев.
Я проеду по желтым пейзажам
В пору нив, в пору жатв.
И осенние листья адажио надо мной закружат.
Мне не хочется в синий лес,
Мне не хочется в черный бор,
Я во власти гогеновых грез,
Меня манит Манэ.
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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.
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.