Lyrics Пикник - Лицо
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(Э.Шклярский)
Ты, наверно, нарочно красишь краской порочной лицо...
Обожжешься - смеешься, вот удача в конце-то концов.
Прочь фонарь гонит утро, повезло хоть ему-то,
Он поймал тебя красным кольцом.
Ты, наверно, нарочно красишь краской порочной лицо, лицо...
Ты, наверно, нарочно...
Ты, наверно, нарочно...
Ты, наверно, нарочно красишь краской порочной лицо, лицо.
Манят улиц узоры, доведут до позора вот-вот.
Обернешься - споткнешься, не иначе сегодня везет.
Было б сердце нейлоновым, небо бездонным,
Наливался бы ветер свинцом.
Ты, наверно, нарочно красишь краской порочной лицо...
Ты наверно нарочно...
Ты наверно нарочно...
Ты наверно нарочно красишь краской...
Ты наверно нарочно...
Ты наверно нарочно...
Ты наверно нарочно красишь краской порочной лицо...
Лицо... лицо... лицо...
(E. Shklarsky)
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face with paint ...
Burn yourself - laugh, here's luck at the end of the day.
A lantern drove away the morning, lucky even to him,
He caught you with a red ring.
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face, face ...
You must have been on purpose ...
You must have been on purpose ...
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face, face.
Allure the streets patterns, bring to shame just about.
You'll turn around and stumble, you're lucky today.
It would be the heart of nylon, the sky is bottomless,
The wind would be poured with lead.
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face with paint ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You probably paint on purpose ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You're probably purposely painting the face with a vicious face ...
Face ... face ... face ...
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face with paint ...
Burn yourself - laugh, here's luck at the end of the day.
A lantern drove away the morning, lucky even to him,
He caught you with a red ring.
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face, face ...
You must have been on purpose ...
You must have been on purpose ...
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face, face.
Allure the streets patterns, bring to shame just about.
You'll turn around and stumble, you're lucky today.
It would be the heart of nylon, the sky is bottomless,
The wind would be poured with lead.
You, probably, purposely paint the vicious face with paint ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You probably paint on purpose ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You're probably on purpose ...
You're probably purposely painting the face with a vicious face ...
Face ... face ... face ...