Lyrics гр. Бекхан - Вальс
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Синие кони промчались по белому полю. Коготь медвежий под горло коню привязал. Чтобы не сглазили часом - приметы неволят. Мне о приметах безумный старик рассказал. Как ни кружи, но настигнет лихая погоня, Жизни оставят на ход спускового крючка, Холод и жар разукрасят картину агоний, Свет не дождется ответа глазного зрачка.
Смерти не боюсь, Но не тороплюсь - С нею мы ещё покружим, Мы покружим.
Всё на потом, а пока только белое поле Рамкой бумажной шутя очертило мой век. Сжав мою руку до хруста, неистовой боли, В жизнь меня тащит творенья венец - человек. Как-то не нравится, что вы и чем здесь зовёте, Как поделили, что зло, а что будет добром. Яркие краски решил посмотреть в развороте - Сжатую руку с ухмылкой берут на излом.
Горе не беда, Боль не навсегда - С нею мы еще покружим, Мы покружим..
Кто-то наверх, ну а кто как свинец на излёте. Есть ещё те, кто уже никогда не взлетят. Руку пустите и, может быть, тем обретёте FТо, что когда-нибудь вас бескорыстно простят.
Горе не беда, Боль не навсегда - С нею мы ещё покружим, Мы покружим...
Blue horses galloped across the white field. He tied a bear's claw under the horse's throat. In order not to be jinxed for an hour - omens are not allowed. The crazy old man told me about the omens. No matter how circling, but a dashing pursuit will overtake, Lives will be left on the trigger, Cold and heat will decorate the picture of agonies, Light will not wait for the response of the eye pupil.
I'm not afraid of death, But I'm not in a hurry - We'll circle with her, We'll circle.
All for later, but for now only a white field Framed paper jokingly outlined my century. Squeezing my hand to a crunch, frantic pain, Creations are dragging me into life - a man. Somehow I do not like what you and what are you calling here, How you share what is evil and what will be good. I decided to look at the bright colors in a spread - They take a clenched hand with a grin on a break.
Grief does not matter, Pain is not forever - We will circle with it, We will circle ..
Some are upstairs, but some are like lead at the end. There are also those who will never take off. Let your hand go and, perhaps, by doing so you will gain that one day you will be disinterestedly forgiven.
Grief does not matter, Pain is not forever - We will circle with it, We will circle ...
I'm not afraid of death, But I'm not in a hurry - We'll circle with her, We'll circle.
All for later, but for now only a white field Framed paper jokingly outlined my century. Squeezing my hand to a crunch, frantic pain, Creations are dragging me into life - a man. Somehow I do not like what you and what are you calling here, How you share what is evil and what will be good. I decided to look at the bright colors in a spread - They take a clenched hand with a grin on a break.
Grief does not matter, Pain is not forever - We will circle with it, We will circle ..
Some are upstairs, but some are like lead at the end. There are also those who will never take off. Let your hand go and, perhaps, by doing so you will gain that one day you will be disinterestedly forgiven.
Grief does not matter, Pain is not forever - We will circle with it, We will circle ...