Lyrics Н. Кучер - Я не такая
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Я не такая, не такая, не такая...
Я просто так с тобой на лавочке сижу...
И в окна старого усталого трамвая
Глазами добрыми бессмысленно гляжу...
Я несколько лет, как былинка горю
И помню родные ладони твои...
Я что-то тебе о своем говорю,
А хочется.,, хочется просто любви...
Но вот одно меня морально разлагает:
Неприхотливо развалившись на спине,
Луна развратная, бесстыжая, нагая
С небес изменчивых подмигивает мне...
А ночь укрывает все тайны мои,
И я на прохожих уже не гляжу...
А хочется... хочется просто любви...
Но больше я вам ничего не скажу...
Я не такая, не такая, не такая...
Твержу неистово, и эхо вторит мне.
А в окнах старого, усталого, последнего трамвая
Луна завистливо подмигивает мне...
Я не такая, не такая, не такая...
Я просто так с тобой на лавочке сижу...
И от луны, что так бесстыже намекает
Глаза такие же уже не отвожу...
I am not like that, not so ...
I just sit with you on a bench ...
And in the old tired tram windows
The eyes of good meaninglessly looking ...
I'm a few years old as the brand
And I remember your native palms ...
I'm talking about my something about my
And I want. ,, I just want love ...
But this one morally decomposes:
Unpretentiously lounging on the back,
Moon Depraved, shameless, naked
From the heavens of changeable winks to me ...
And the night is covered by all my secrets,
And I don't look at passersby ...
And I want ... I just want love ...
But I will not tell you anymore ...
I am not like that, not so ...
Strange frenzy, and echo echoes me.
And in the windows of the old, tired, the last tram
The moon envious winks to me ...
I am not like that, not so ...
I just sit with you on a bench ...
And from the moon that so shameless hints
Eyes are the same no longer assign ...
I just sit with you on a bench ...
And in the old tired tram windows
The eyes of good meaninglessly looking ...
I'm a few years old as the brand
And I remember your native palms ...
I'm talking about my something about my
And I want. ,, I just want love ...
But this one morally decomposes:
Unpretentiously lounging on the back,
Moon Depraved, shameless, naked
From the heavens of changeable winks to me ...
And the night is covered by all my secrets,
And I don't look at passersby ...
And I want ... I just want love ...
But I will not tell you anymore ...
I am not like that, not so ...
Strange frenzy, and echo echoes me.
And in the windows of the old, tired, the last tram
The moon envious winks to me ...
I am not like that, not so ...
I just sit with you on a bench ...
And from the moon that so shameless hints
Eyes are the same no longer assign ...