Lyrics Владимир Селицкий - Боль проси в передней Бога
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Боль проси в передней Бога.
Вымой синь кошачьей лапкой.
Наклуби любовь, растрогай,
До глубин косой дерябкай.
Сон пучин без занавесок.
Неба чин сам ртиной выкуй.
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Маеты, отдай на выкуп.
Стыдоба в мечтах – невеста.
На бобах в чернилах – совесть.
Горек хлеб в окне повесток
Чаль, нелеп, с судьбой условясь.
Пеленай дитя без глазу.
Белена семь нянчит нянек.
Там где зуб не ляжет на зуб
Режь лозу на слов поляне.
Упокой - душе не вестник.
За рекой в утайке праздник.
Сердцем рвись, но в швах не тресни
Чисти высь, чтоб не за раз сник.
Шёпот трав ног великаньих.
Пей с утра нег колокольчик.
Дум сафьян вихруй мельканье,
Жги кафтан невзгод юдольчий.
Pain ask in front of God.
Wash the blue cat foot.
Make love, touch,
To the depths of oblique deryabkay.
Sleep deep without curtains.
Heaven's rank itself mongle out.
Idle traces of words from
Maeta, give it to the ransom.
The shame in dreams - the bride.
The beans in the ink - conscience.
Gorek bread in the agendas window
Chal is ridiculous, agreeing with fate.
Swaddle the child without the eye.
Belen seven nurses nurses.
Where the tooth does not lie on the tooth
Cut the vine into the words of the clearing.
Rest in peace is not a messenger.
Behind the river in the seal holiday.
Heart ripped, but in the seams do not burst
Clean the heights so as not worn down at once.
Whispering herbs of the feet of the giants.
Drink in the morning neg bell.
Doom the morocco whirl the glimpse,
Burn caftan adversity Yudolchiy.
Wash the blue cat foot.
Make love, touch,
To the depths of oblique deryabkay.
Sleep deep without curtains.
Heaven's rank itself mongle out.
Idle traces of words from
Maeta, give it to the ransom.
The shame in dreams - the bride.
The beans in the ink - conscience.
Gorek bread in the agendas window
Chal is ridiculous, agreeing with fate.
Swaddle the child without the eye.
Belen seven nurses nurses.
Where the tooth does not lie on the tooth
Cut the vine into the words of the clearing.
Rest in peace is not a messenger.
Behind the river in the seal holiday.
Heart ripped, but in the seams do not burst
Clean the heights so as not worn down at once.
Whispering herbs of the feet of the giants.
Drink in the morning neg bell.
Doom the morocco whirl the glimpse,
Burn caftan adversity Yudolchiy.