Lyrics Наше Топ 500 - 458. Старый Приятель - Музыка Утра
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Знаешь, сверкала гроза,
Но мы не заметили её угроз.
Ночью с пустого листа
Мы напишем песню о себе всерьёз.
И не узнаем, как закончилась война.
Вчера ушло, ушла печаль,
Прохладный ветер вновь очистит города,
Музыку утра неся на плечах.
Верь мне, ещё не родясь,
Ты была едина с этим кораблём.
Если мечта не сбылась,
Мы просто обозначим всё вчерашним днём.
И не узнаем, как закончилась война.
Вчера ушло, ушла печаль,
Прохладный ветер вновь очистит города,
Музыку утра неся на плечах.
И не узнаем, как закончилась война.
Вчера ушло, ушла печаль,
Прохладный ветер вновь очистит города,
Музыку утра неся на плечах.
Утро неся на плечах.
Утро неся на плечах.
Утро.
Но мы не заметили её угроз.
Ночью с пустого листа
Мы напишем песню о себе всерьёз.
И не узнаем, как закончилась война.
Вчера ушло, ушла печаль,
Прохладный ветер вновь очистит города,
Музыку утра неся на плечах.
Верь мне, ещё не родясь,
Ты была едина с этим кораблём.
Если мечта не сбылась,
Мы просто обозначим всё вчерашним днём.
И не узнаем, как закончилась война.
Вчера ушло, ушла печаль,
Прохладный ветер вновь очистит города,
Музыку утра неся на плечах.
И не узнаем, как закончилась война.
Вчера ушло, ушла печаль,
Прохладный ветер вновь очистит города,
Музыку утра неся на плечах.
Утро неся на плечах.
Утро неся на плечах.
Утро.
You know, there was a thunderstorm,
But we did not notice her threats.
At night from an empty sheet
We will write a song about ourselves seriously.
And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday was gone, sadness was gone,
The cool wind will again clean the city,
The music of the morning was carried on the shoulders.
Believe me, not yet born,
You were one with this ship.
If the dream has not come true,
We will simply designate everything yesterday.
And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday was gone, sadness was gone,
The cool wind will again clean the city,
The music of the morning was carried on the shoulders.
And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday was gone, sadness was gone,
The cool wind will again clean the city,
The music of the morning was carried on the shoulders.
Morning was on my shoulders.
Morning was on my shoulders.
Morning.
But we did not notice her threats.
At night from an empty sheet
We will write a song about ourselves seriously.
And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday was gone, sadness was gone,
The cool wind will again clean the city,
The music of the morning was carried on the shoulders.
Believe me, not yet born,
You were one with this ship.
If the dream has not come true,
We will simply designate everything yesterday.
And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday was gone, sadness was gone,
The cool wind will again clean the city,
The music of the morning was carried on the shoulders.
And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday was gone, sadness was gone,
The cool wind will again clean the city,
The music of the morning was carried on the shoulders.
Morning was on my shoulders.
Morning was on my shoulders.
Morning.