Lyrics Mila Kolyzhikhina - Уроки судьбы
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Всё так сложилось -
Сквозь силу
Уроки жизни брала.
Судьбу я благодарила
За знания, что мне дала.
Пускай суровый подход,
И, как котёнка за шкирку,
Кидала в омут и в брод,
По голове словно киркой.
Неважно, снег или зной,
И как одета, не спросит.
Хотя, бывало порой,
Спокойства лучик подбросит.
Она умелый кузнец,
Из нервов латы ковала
И за лавровый венец
В огонь и воду бросала.
Так закалилася сталь,
И крепче нервы булата.
За то что не было жаль,
Скажу "Спасибо" когда-то...
апрель 2011 г.
Сквозь силу
Уроки жизни брала.
Судьбу я благодарила
За знания, что мне дала.
Пускай суровый подход,
И, как котёнка за шкирку,
Кидала в омут и в брод,
По голове словно киркой.
Неважно, снег или зной,
И как одета, не спросит.
Хотя, бывало порой,
Спокойства лучик подбросит.
Она умелый кузнец,
Из нервов латы ковала
И за лавровый венец
В огонь и воду бросала.
Так закалилася сталь,
И крепче нервы булата.
За то что не было жаль,
Скажу "Спасибо" когда-то...
апрель 2011 г.
It all happened so -
Through the power
She took life lessons.
I thanked fate
For the knowledge that she gave me.
Let the harsh approach
And, like a kitten by the scruff,
I threw it into the pool and into the ford,
On the head like a pick.
It doesn't matter if it's snow or heat
And he won't ask how she is dressed.
Although, it happened sometimes
A ray of tranquility will throw.
She is a skilled blacksmith
Forged from nerves of armor
And for the laurel crown
I threw it into fire and water.
So the steel was tempered
And the nerves of damask steel are stronger.
For not being sorry
I will say "Thank you" sometime ...
April 2011
Through the power
She took life lessons.
I thanked fate
For the knowledge that she gave me.
Let the harsh approach
And, like a kitten by the scruff,
I threw it into the pool and into the ford,
On the head like a pick.
It doesn't matter if it's snow or heat
And he won't ask how she is dressed.
Although, it happened sometimes
A ray of tranquility will throw.
She is a skilled blacksmith
Forged from nerves of armor
And for the laurel crown
I threw it into fire and water.
So the steel was tempered
And the nerves of damask steel are stronger.
For not being sorry
I will say "Thank you" sometime ...
April 2011