Lyrics Николай Сергеев - Град
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Ты в углу заливаешь слезами пол
Он, как пёс,мечится по дому
Этот вечный бильярдный пошарпанный стол,
Где один бъёт другому
И бежит сын из дома в холодном поту
Просто чтобы упасть на колени
В это трудно поверить не там и не тут,
Но живут так во все поколенья
пр.Град не виноват,он не хотел бить так сильно
Град тоже мог взять и устать от дороги столь пыльной
И мы с тобой по прежнему ходим по кругу
Но всё чего то стоило,и мы нашли друг друга
Для кого-то сеанс экзорцизма
Для кого-то обычный развод
Одни мереются ценизмом
Кто то начал свободы отсчёт
И на крыльях,мол,на холостятских
Полетел встрепенувшись орлом
Но вот я не могу по-бл.дски
Больше будто душевный облом
пр.Град не виноват,он не хотел бить так сильно
Град тоже мог взять и устать от дороги столь пыльной
И мы с тобой по прежнему ходим по кругу
Но всё чего то стоило,и мы нашли друг друга
Да бывают и те- прям всё гладко
Жизнь течёт,всё идёт как за здрасти
Одно знаю без крайностей сладко,
Но так гадко без ярости,страсти
You are flooding the floor with tears
He, like a dog, is tinkering around the house
This eternal billiard table,
Where one beats another
And the son runs from the house in a cold sweat
Just to fall on your knees
In this it is difficult to believe not there and not here,
But they live in all generations
pr.Grad not guilty, he did not want to beat so much
Hail could also take and get tired of the road so dusty
And you and I still go around in circles
But all that was worth, and we found each other
For someone, a session of exorcism
For someone an ordinary divorce
Some are valued by value
Someone started the freedom counting
And on the wings, they say, at the holodiatskih
Flying with an eagle
But here I can not on-bl.dski
More like a mental breakdown
pr.Grad not guilty, he did not want to beat so much
Hail could also take and get tired of the road so dusty
And you and I still go around in circles
But all that was worth, and we found each other
Yes, there are also those straightforwardly smooth
Life is flowing, everything is going for good
One thing I know without extremes is sweet,
But so vile without fury, passion
He, like a dog, is tinkering around the house
This eternal billiard table,
Where one beats another
And the son runs from the house in a cold sweat
Just to fall on your knees
In this it is difficult to believe not there and not here,
But they live in all generations
pr.Grad not guilty, he did not want to beat so much
Hail could also take and get tired of the road so dusty
And you and I still go around in circles
But all that was worth, and we found each other
For someone, a session of exorcism
For someone an ordinary divorce
Some are valued by value
Someone started the freedom counting
And on the wings, they say, at the holodiatskih
Flying with an eagle
But here I can not on-bl.dski
More like a mental breakdown
pr.Grad not guilty, he did not want to beat so much
Hail could also take and get tired of the road so dusty
And you and I still go around in circles
But all that was worth, and we found each other
Yes, there are also those straightforwardly smooth
Life is flowing, everything is going for good
One thing I know without extremes is sweet,
But so vile without fury, passion