Lyrics божья коровка - Скитальцы.
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Мы построили на пляже замок из песка.
Лето в нем веселье было, а теперь тоска.
На кирпичный нам с тобою не хватило сил,
А песочный очень скоро ветер подкосил.
И мы теперь с тобой, мой друг, скитальцы,
И песок течет сквозь пальцы.
Друг другу мы чужие как пришельцы,
Ходим по песку туда сюда, да, да, да, да.
Мы теперь с тобой скитальцы
И песок течет сквозь пальцы, на на на
На на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на.
Ты, конечно, вышла замуж, но не за меня,
С мужем был у вас шалашик с дыма и огня,
Но когда июльский ливень в гости к вам пришел,
Ваш шалашик ненадежный смерть свою нашел.
И мы опять:
Ну а я себе построил крепость у воды,
Где прибой с утра смывает мокрые следы,
Но пришла волна цунами, закипел вулкан,
Все, что нажито годами, смыто в океан.
И мы опять с тобой, мой друг, скитальцы
И песок течет сквозь пальцы.
Друг другу мы чужие как пришельцы,
Ходим по песку туда сюда, да, да, да, да.
Мы теперь с тобой скитальцы
И песок течет сквозь пальцы, на на на
На на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на.
Лето в нем веселье было, а теперь тоска.
На кирпичный нам с тобою не хватило сил,
А песочный очень скоро ветер подкосил.
И мы теперь с тобой, мой друг, скитальцы,
И песок течет сквозь пальцы.
Друг другу мы чужие как пришельцы,
Ходим по песку туда сюда, да, да, да, да.
Мы теперь с тобой скитальцы
И песок течет сквозь пальцы, на на на
На на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на.
Ты, конечно, вышла замуж, но не за меня,
С мужем был у вас шалашик с дыма и огня,
Но когда июльский ливень в гости к вам пришел,
Ваш шалашик ненадежный смерть свою нашел.
И мы опять:
Ну а я себе построил крепость у воды,
Где прибой с утра смывает мокрые следы,
Но пришла волна цунами, закипел вулкан,
Все, что нажито годами, смыто в океан.
И мы опять с тобой, мой друг, скитальцы
И песок течет сквозь пальцы.
Друг другу мы чужие как пришельцы,
Ходим по песку туда сюда, да, да, да, да.
Мы теперь с тобой скитальцы
И песок течет сквозь пальцы, на на на
На на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на на.
We built a sand castle on the beach.
Summer in it was fun, and now longing.
On brick, you and I did not have enough strength,
And the sandy wind chopped off very soon.
And now we are with you, my friend, wanderers,
And the sand is flowing through your fingers.
We are strangers to each other as aliens,
We walk along the sand there, yes, yes, yes, yes.
We are now with you wanderers
And the sand flows through his fingers, on the na
On. On. On. On. On. On. On.
You, of course, married, but not for me,
With your husband you had a hut with smoke and fire,
But when the July shower came to visit you,
Your shalashik unreliable death found his.
And we again:
Well, I built myself a fortress by the water,
Where the surf in the morning washes away wet footprints,
But there was a wave of tsunami, a volcano began to boil,
Everything that has been acquired for years is washed into the ocean.
And we are again with you, my friend, wanderers
And the sand is flowing through your fingers.
We are strangers to each other as aliens,
We walk along the sand there, yes, yes, yes, yes.
We are now with you wanderers
And the sand flows through his fingers, on the na
On. On. On. On. On. On. On.
Summer in it was fun, and now longing.
On brick, you and I did not have enough strength,
And the sandy wind chopped off very soon.
And now we are with you, my friend, wanderers,
And the sand is flowing through your fingers.
We are strangers to each other as aliens,
We walk along the sand there, yes, yes, yes, yes.
We are now with you wanderers
And the sand flows through his fingers, on the na
On. On. On. On. On. On. On.
You, of course, married, but not for me,
With your husband you had a hut with smoke and fire,
But when the July shower came to visit you,
Your shalashik unreliable death found his.
And we again:
Well, I built myself a fortress by the water,
Where the surf in the morning washes away wet footprints,
But there was a wave of tsunami, a volcano began to boil,
Everything that has been acquired for years is washed into the ocean.
And we are again with you, my friend, wanderers
And the sand is flowing through your fingers.
We are strangers to each other as aliens,
We walk along the sand there, yes, yes, yes, yes.
We are now with you wanderers
And the sand flows through his fingers, on the na
On. On. On. On. On. On. On.