Lyrics Xs i Скрябін - Шмата
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Приспів:
Всі твої листи - то є макулатура
І ти мені не дівчина, а просто шмата
Вся твоя любов - то є чиста халтура
Хоч викинься з вікна - я не буду страждати
Я писала тобі солодкі памфлети
Навіть прислала раз пачку конфет
Я ридала, пищала і обіцяла
Що серце своє ще нікому не дала
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
Як дурний - то вигрібай!
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
На, получай!
Приспів.
Всі твої листи... ти є шмата
Всі твої листи... ти просто шмата
Поки з армії ти ще не повернувся,
Сказала ні в кого я не влюблюся
Я писала цитати чувіх-феміністок
І втікла в Єгипет з баскетболістом...
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
Як дурний - то вигрібай!
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
На, получай!
Приспів.
Восени ти дослужиш і прийдеш до дому,
Знайдеш собі дівчину нову чудову
Щоб не вміла читати, не вміла писати
І менше прийдеться добра вигрібати...
Приспів.
Всі твої листи... ти є шмата
Всі твої листи... ти просто шмата
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
...Ти просто шмата...
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
...Звичайна шмата...
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
...Порвана шмата...
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
Всі твої листи - то є макулатура
І ти мені не дівчина, а просто шмата
Вся твоя любов - то є чиста халтура
Хоч викинься з вікна - я не буду страждати
Я писала тобі солодкі памфлети
Навіть прислала раз пачку конфет
Я ридала, пищала і обіцяла
Що серце своє ще нікому не дала
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
Як дурний - то вигрібай!
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
На, получай!
Приспів.
Всі твої листи... ти є шмата
Всі твої листи... ти просто шмата
Поки з армії ти ще не повернувся,
Сказала ні в кого я не влюблюся
Я писала цитати чувіх-феміністок
І втікла в Єгипет з баскетболістом...
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
Як дурний - то вигрібай!
Ай-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй
На, получай!
Приспів.
Восени ти дослужиш і прийдеш до дому,
Знайдеш собі дівчину нову чудову
Щоб не вміла читати, не вміла писати
І менше прийдеться добра вигрібати...
Приспів.
Всі твої листи... ти є шмата
Всі твої листи... ти просто шмата
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
...Ти просто шмата...
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
...Звичайна шмата...
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
...Порвана шмата...
Шмата, шмата, шмата...
Refrain:
All your letters are waste paper
And you're not just a girl to me, just a lot
All your love is a pure pot
Though roll out the window - I will not suffer
I wrote you sweet pamphlets
She even sent a packet of candy once
I sobbed, squealed and promised
That my heart has not yet given to anyone
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
How stupid - rake it up!
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
Oh, get it!
Refrain.
All your letters ... you are a lot
All your letters ... you're just a lot
Until you returned from the army,
Told no one I will not fall in love with
I wrote quotes from feminist feminists
And fled to Egypt with a basketball player ...
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
How stupid - rake it up!
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
Oh, get it!
Refrain.
In the fall you will come and come home,
Find yourself a new wonderful girl
That she could not read, could not write
And less will have to rake in good ...
Refrain.
All your letters ... you are a lot
All your letters ... you're just a lot
Many, many, many ...
... you just a lot ...
Many, many, many ...
... Ordinary lot ...
Many, many, many ...
... a lot of torn ...
Many, many, many ...
All your letters are waste paper
And you're not just a girl to me, just a lot
All your love is a pure pot
Though roll out the window - I will not suffer
I wrote you sweet pamphlets
She even sent a packet of candy once
I sobbed, squealed and promised
That my heart has not yet given to anyone
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
How stupid - rake it up!
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
Oh, get it!
Refrain.
All your letters ... you are a lot
All your letters ... you're just a lot
Until you returned from the army,
Told no one I will not fall in love with
I wrote quotes from feminist feminists
And fled to Egypt with a basketball player ...
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
How stupid - rake it up!
Hey-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay
Oh, get it!
Refrain.
In the fall you will come and come home,
Find yourself a new wonderful girl
That she could not read, could not write
And less will have to rake in good ...
Refrain.
All your letters ... you are a lot
All your letters ... you're just a lot
Many, many, many ...
... you just a lot ...
Many, many, many ...
... Ordinary lot ...
Many, many, many ...
... a lot of torn ...
Many, many, many ...