Lyrics Александр Городницкий - В Уэльсе теплые дожди
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В Уэльсе теплые дожди
По крышам шелестят.
Подруга, ты меня не жди,
Я не вернусь назад.
Стакан зажат в моей руке,
Изломан песней рот,
Мы в придорожном кабачке
Встречаем Новый год.
Мой нос багров, я пить здоров,
И ты меня не тронь.
Под бубна рев по связке дров
Пустился в пляс огонь.
Мы собрались здесь налегке,
Без горя и забот,
Мы в придорожном кабачке
Встречаем Новый год.
Кругом туманные поля,
Шумят кругом друзья.
Моя ячменная земля,
С тобою счастлив я.
Стакан зажат в моей руке,
Изломан песней рот,
Мы в придорожном кабачке
Встречаем Новый год.
1961
Warm rain in wales
Rustles on the roofs.
Friend, don't you expect me
I will not go back.
The glass is clamped in my hand,
The mouth of the song is broken,
We are in a roadside zucchini
Meet the New Year.
My nose is purple, I drink healthy,
And you do not touch me.
Under the tambourine roar on a bundle of wood
Started into a dance fire.
We gathered here lightly,
Without sorrow and care
We are in a roadside zucchini
Meet the New Year.
Around the foggy fields,
Friends are ringing around.
My barley land,
With you I am happy.
The glass is clamped in my hand,
The mouth of the song is broken,
We are in a roadside zucchini
Meet the New Year.
1961
Rustles on the roofs.
Friend, don't you expect me
I will not go back.
The glass is clamped in my hand,
The mouth of the song is broken,
We are in a roadside zucchini
Meet the New Year.
My nose is purple, I drink healthy,
And you do not touch me.
Under the tambourine roar on a bundle of wood
Started into a dance fire.
We gathered here lightly,
Without sorrow and care
We are in a roadside zucchini
Meet the New Year.
Around the foggy fields,
Friends are ringing around.
My barley land,
With you I am happy.
The glass is clamped in my hand,
The mouth of the song is broken,
We are in a roadside zucchini
Meet the New Year.
1961