Lyrics Сурганова - Ленинград
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Я вернулась в мой город, знакомый до слёз,
До прожилок, до детских припухших желёз.
Я вернулась сюда, так глотай же скорей
Рыбий жир ленинградских ночных фонарей.
Я вернулась в мой город, знакомый до слёз,
До прожилок, до детских припухших желёз,
Узнавай же скорее декабрьский денёк,
Где к зловещему дегтю подмешан желток,
Припев:
Ленинград! Ленинград!
Я ещё не хочу умирать,
У меня еще есть адреса,
По которым найду голоса.
Ленинград! Ленинград!
Я ещё не хочу умирать,
У тебя телефонов твоих номера,
Я ещё не хочу умирать.
Я вернулась в мой город, знакомый до слёз,
До прожилок, до детских припухших желёз,
Я на лестнице чёрной живу, и в висок
Ударяет мне вырванный с мясом звонок.
Я вернулась в мой город, знакомый до слёз,
До прожилок, до детских припухших желёз,
И всю ночь напролёт жду гостей дорогих,
Шевеля кандалами цепочек дверных.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the vein, to the children's swollen glands.
I returned here, so swallow as soon as possible
Fish oil Leningrad night lights.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the veins, before the children's swollen glands,
Find out soon December day,
Where yolk is mixed into the ominous tar,
Chorus:
Leningrad! Leningrad!
I still do not want to die,
I still have addresses,
By which I find voices.
Leningrad! Leningrad!
I still do not want to die,
You have your phone numbers,
I still do not want to die.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the veins, before the children's swollen glands,
I live on the stairs of the black, and in the temple
The bell torn with meat strikes me.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the veins, before the children's swollen glands,
And all night long waiting for guests dear,
Stirring the shackles of the door chains.
Before the vein, to the children's swollen glands.
I returned here, so swallow as soon as possible
Fish oil Leningrad night lights.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the veins, before the children's swollen glands,
Find out soon December day,
Where yolk is mixed into the ominous tar,
Chorus:
Leningrad! Leningrad!
I still do not want to die,
I still have addresses,
By which I find voices.
Leningrad! Leningrad!
I still do not want to die,
You have your phone numbers,
I still do not want to die.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the veins, before the children's swollen glands,
I live on the stairs of the black, and in the temple
The bell torn with meat strikes me.
I returned to my city, familiar to tears,
Before the veins, before the children's swollen glands,
And all night long waiting for guests dear,
Stirring the shackles of the door chains.