Lyrics Пикник - Дикая певица 2010
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Свою милую хилую усадил на плечо
Напоил тихим воздухом - попросила еще
Свою милую хилую вверх бросал и ловил
Кроме дикой певицы никого не любил
А поет тихим голосом просто так, без затей
Только двери дубовые послетали с петель
Только стекла потрескались, задрожали дома
Так она, малокровная, спела песню одна
С ней наверное сладили бы и сожгли на костре
Если б не была слабою, как трава в ноябре
Вроде не надрывается и поет ни о чем
Видно в голосе этом скрыта тайна еще
Напоил тихим воздухом - попросила еще
Свою милую хилую вверх бросал и ловил
Кроме дикой певицы никого не любил
А поет тихим голосом просто так, без затей
Только двери дубовые послетали с петель
Только стекла потрескались, задрожали дома
Так она, малокровная, спела песню одна
С ней наверное сладили бы и сожгли на костре
Если б не была слабою, как трава в ноябре
Вроде не надрывается и поет ни о чем
Видно в голосе этом скрыта тайна еще
He put his cute frail on his shoulder
Watched by quiet air - asked yet
He threw his cute frail up and caught
Except the wild singer did not like anyone
But sings in a quiet voice just like that, without undertaking
Only oak -doors after the loops
Only the glass cracked, trembled at home
So she, low -blooded, sang the song alone
They probably would have been shown with her and burned at the stake
If it was not weak, like grass in November
It seems that it is not torn and sings about anything
It can be seen in this voice hidden the secret
Watched by quiet air - asked yet
He threw his cute frail up and caught
Except the wild singer did not like anyone
But sings in a quiet voice just like that, without undertaking
Only oak -doors after the loops
Only the glass cracked, trembled at home
So she, low -blooded, sang the song alone
They probably would have been shown with her and burned at the stake
If it was not weak, like grass in November
It seems that it is not torn and sings about anything
It can be seen in this voice hidden the secret