Lyrics Пикник - Лишь влюб ленному вампиру
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Сон чудесный снится миру,
Бледных улиц не узнать,
Лишь влюблeнному вампиру
Снова будет не до сна, а...
Он идeт походкой лунной,
В дальний сад, где ночь без дна,
Где за оградою чугунной
Бродит девушка одна, бродит девушка одна.
Еe веки чуть открыты,
Ветвь увядшая в руках
Лихорадочный румянец
Водит танцы на щеках, водит танцы на щеках.
Вот он близок миг блаженный,
Тень любимого лица.
И на миг лишь станет тихо
В их тоскующих сердцах, в их тоскующих сердцах.
Кто они и что им надо?
Пить да пить бы сладкий яд.
До утра обнявшись крепко
Так они и простоят.
Кто они и что им надо?
Пить да пить бы сладкий яд.
До утра обнявшись крепко
Так они и простоят
Dream wonderful dream of the world,
Pale streets do not know,
Only a vampire in love
Again there will be no sleep, but ...
He walks with a lunar walk,
In the distant garden, where the night is without a bottom,
Where behind the iron fence
A girl is wandering alone, a girl is wandering alone.
Her eyelids are slightly open,
Branch withered in the hands
Feverish blush
He dances on his cheeks, dances on his cheeks.
Here he is near blissful bliss,
Shadow of a loved one.
And for a moment it will only become quiet
In their longing hearts, in their longing hearts.
Who are they and what do they want?
To drink and drink would be sweet poison.
Embracing firmly in the morning
So they will stand.
Who are they and what do they want?
To drink and drink would be sweet poison.
Embracing firmly in the morning
So they will stand
Pale streets do not know,
Only a vampire in love
Again there will be no sleep, but ...
He walks with a lunar walk,
In the distant garden, where the night is without a bottom,
Where behind the iron fence
A girl is wandering alone, a girl is wandering alone.
Her eyelids are slightly open,
Branch withered in the hands
Feverish blush
He dances on his cheeks, dances on his cheeks.
Here he is near blissful bliss,
Shadow of a loved one.
And for a moment it will only become quiet
In their longing hearts, in their longing hearts.
Who are they and what do they want?
To drink and drink would be sweet poison.
Embracing firmly in the morning
So they will stand.
Who are they and what do they want?
To drink and drink would be sweet poison.
Embracing firmly in the morning
So they will stand