Lyrics Cuba - маленький мальчик идёт на войну
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перескакивая через лужи,
над заботами пролетая,
он прозрачности неба служит,
безконечности сны листая,
брызги солнца дрожат на ресницах,
он волна алых сказок грина,
за спиною рассвет клубится,
грустной радостью ультрамарина.
маленький мальчик идет на войну, там его встретит небесная рать,
посреди звезд он ищет одну,
ту что словами не описать.
маленький мальчик идет на войну, там его встретит небесная рать,
посреди звезд он ищет одну,
ту что словами не описать.
маленькую, но свою...
зная таинства труб водосточных,
друг собак и этюдов черни,
бледным пальцем ведет по строчкам,
разноцветных огней вечерних,
звезды,звезды его экрана,
солнца диск- золотая пластинка,
он среди облаков был ранен,
берюзовой стихов дождинкой.
маленький мальчик идет на войну, там его встретит небесная рать,
посреди звезд он ищет одну,
ту что словами не описать.
маленький мальчик идет на войну, там его встретит небесная рать,
посреди звезд он ищет одну,
ту что словами не описать.
маленькую, но свою...
звезду, малелькую, но свою...
малеькую, но свою...
маленький мальчик идет на войну, там его встретит небесная рать,
посреди звезд он ищет одну,
ту что словами не описать.
маленькую, но свою...
jumping over puddles
flying over worries
He serves the transparency of the sky,
infinity dreams flipping through,
the sun splashes on the eyelashes,
he is a wave of green fairy tales,
behind the dawn curls,
the sad joy of ultramarine.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
small but his ...
knowing the mysteries of drain pipes,
friend of dogs and etudes mob,
pale finger leads along the lines
colorful evening lights,
the stars, the stars of his screen,
Sun disc is a gold plate
he was wounded among the clouds
Biryuzovskaya poems rain.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
small but his ...
a star, small, but its ...
small but his ...
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
small but his ...
flying over worries
He serves the transparency of the sky,
infinity dreams flipping through,
the sun splashes on the eyelashes,
he is a wave of green fairy tales,
behind the dawn curls,
the sad joy of ultramarine.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
small but his ...
knowing the mysteries of drain pipes,
friend of dogs and etudes mob,
pale finger leads along the lines
colorful evening lights,
the stars, the stars of his screen,
Sun disc is a gold plate
he was wounded among the clouds
Biryuzovskaya poems rain.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
small but his ...
a star, small, but its ...
small but his ...
a little boy goes to war, there the heavenly host will meet him,
in the midst of the stars he is looking for one
That words can not describe.
small but his ...