Lyrics Полина Агуреева - Романс Коломбины
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Мой Арлекин чуть-чуть хитрец, -
Так мало говорит,
Мой Арлекин чуть-чуть мудрец,
Хотя простак на вид,
Ах, Арлекину моему
Успех и слава ни к чему,
Одна любовь ему нужна, -
И я его жена.
Он разрешит любой вопрос,
Хотя на вид простак,
На самом деле он не прост,
Мой Арлекин - чудак.
Увы, он сложный человек,
Но главная беда, -
Что слишком часто смотрит вверх
В последние года.
А в небесах летят, летят,
Летят во все концы,
А в небесах свистят, свистят
Железные птенцы.
И белый свет, железный свист
Я вижу из окна.
Ах, Боже мой, как много птиц,
А жизнь всего одна.
Мой Арлекин чуть-чуть мудрец,
Хотя простак на вид,
- Нам скоро всем придет конец! -
Вот так он говорит.
Мой Арлекин хитрец, простак,
Привык к любым вещам,
Он что-то ищет в небесах
И плачет по ночам.
Я Коломбина, я жена,
Я езжу вслед за ним,
Свеча в фургоне зажжена,
Нам хорошо одним,
В вечернем небе высоко
Птенцы, и я смотрю.
Но что-то в этом от того,
Чего я не люблю.
Проходят дни, проходят дни
Вдоль городов и сел,
Мелькают новые огни
И музыка и сор,
И в этих селах, городах
Я коврик выношу,
И муж мой ходит на руках,
А я опять пляшу.
На всей земле, на всей земле
Не так уж много мест,
Вот Петроград шумит во мгле,
В который раз мы здесь.
Он Арлекина моего
В свою уводит мглу.
Но что-то в этом от того,
Чего я не люблю.
Сожми виски, сожми виски,
Сотри огонь с лица,
Да, что-то в этом от тоски,
Которой нет конца!
Мы в этом мире на столе
Совсем чуть-чуть берем.
Мы едем, едем по земле,
Покуда не умрем.
My Harlequin is a little tricky, -
Says so little
My Harlequin is a little sage,
Although simple-looking,
Oh, my harlequin
Success and glory to anything
One love he needs -
And I am his wife.
He will resolve any issue
Although seemingly simple
In fact, it is not simple,
My Harlequin is an eccentric.
Alas, he is a difficult person
But the main trouble -
What looks up too often
In the past year.
And in the sky they fly, they fly,
Fly to all ends,
And in the sky whistling, whistling
Iron chicks.
And white light, iron whistle
I see from the window.
Oh, my God, how many birds,
But life is only one.
My Harlequin is a little sage,
Although simple-looking,
- We all will soon end! -
That's what he says.
My Harlequin sly, simpleton,
Used to any things
He is looking for something in heaven
And crying at night.
I am Columbine, I am a wife,
I drive after him
The candle in the van is lit,
We are well one
In the evening sky high
Chicks, and I look.
But something about that
What I do not like.
Days go by, days go by
Along the cities and villages,
New lights flash
And music and sor,
And in these villages, cities
I stand rug,
And my husband walks in his arms,
And I dance again.
On the whole earth, on the whole earth
Not many places
Here Petrograd rustles in the mist
Once again we are here.
He is my Harlequin
In his leads darkness.
But something about that
What I do not like.
Squeeze the whiskey squeeze the whiskey
Wipe the fire off your face
Yes, something in this from anguish,
There is no end to it!
We are in this world on the table
Just take a bit.
We drive, drive on land,
Until we die.
Says so little
My Harlequin is a little sage,
Although simple-looking,
Oh, my harlequin
Success and glory to anything
One love he needs -
And I am his wife.
He will resolve any issue
Although seemingly simple
In fact, it is not simple,
My Harlequin is an eccentric.
Alas, he is a difficult person
But the main trouble -
What looks up too often
In the past year.
And in the sky they fly, they fly,
Fly to all ends,
And in the sky whistling, whistling
Iron chicks.
And white light, iron whistle
I see from the window.
Oh, my God, how many birds,
But life is only one.
My Harlequin is a little sage,
Although simple-looking,
- We all will soon end! -
That's what he says.
My Harlequin sly, simpleton,
Used to any things
He is looking for something in heaven
And crying at night.
I am Columbine, I am a wife,
I drive after him
The candle in the van is lit,
We are well one
In the evening sky high
Chicks, and I look.
But something about that
What I do not like.
Days go by, days go by
Along the cities and villages,
New lights flash
And music and sor,
And in these villages, cities
I stand rug,
And my husband walks in his arms,
And I dance again.
On the whole earth, on the whole earth
Not many places
Here Petrograd rustles in the mist
Once again we are here.
He is my Harlequin
In his leads darkness.
But something about that
What I do not like.
Squeeze the whiskey squeeze the whiskey
Wipe the fire off your face
Yes, something in this from anguish,
There is no end to it!
We are in this world on the table
Just take a bit.
We drive, drive on land,
Until we die.