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What are you listening to right now?Auto-translated
Her name is Nastya, she writes poems,
She lives by the river.
She believes that autumn will pass.
Waiting for distant roads and miracles
She is always light on her feet -
She is waiting for her airplane,
Which will come for her,
Which will come for her...
And she will have nothing to lose,
Nothing to lose.
She will have nothing to lose,
As she sets off on her journey...
He lives on another river,
Writes poems, flies in his dreams.
He knows what she doesn't know.
He is not a member of "Osoaviakhim,"
But he is sure that in the sky
He is invincible,
And on that night, in the sky
There will be a full moon,
When he comes for her,
When he comes for her...
And he will have nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
He will have nothing to lose,
As he sets off on his journey.
I live at the confluence of rivers,
I read Bulgakov's "The Flight"
And watch as the century comes to an end...
And the clouds float and float -
From west to north, from east to south,
And a little higher above them flies an airplane,
Which has come for her,
Which has come for her...
And they will have nothing more to lose.
Nothing more to lose.
They will have nothing more to lose -
They are together now!
They are together now!..
They are together now...
They have nothing to lose...
They have nothing to lose...
They are together now.
Nothing to lose!
Nothing to lose!
Nothing to lose...
Well done. A lump in my throat. Good thing I don't know how to cry :)
yet another touching song (it's like it's about me!)
Such was the totem: at six or seven, On Wednesday or at five, he left his home, Opened his wigwam to meet the winds, Beginning his journey from a familiar slope.
When snow fell, he used fur, If it rained, he took off his moccasins. He only went forward, but where? And what awaits? Is it really that important at twenty-something.
He was born to run... He was born to run...
He walked randomly, he was happy with everything! (Almost like Forrest Gump from the famous movie!) Light as a shadow, Swift Deer Once led him to the Great Plains.
And the Lone Bison was very embarrassed, But their cohabitation didn't last very long. Birds sing, feet run! Just look, and Volga will appear...
He was born to run... He was born to run...
And it would all be fine if it weren't for the shrew, The one that stuck around near the very border. He should chase it away, but it became cold to sleep; And besides, it might still be useful!
"Well, she's not bad!", he thought to himself And suddenly, unexpectedly angered, he splashed whiskey on himself. Dawn is ahead, and he needs to go, But she was sleeping so peacefully, she was very close...
He was born to run... He was born to run...
So, damn it, yes! So, damn it, no! I've become so sentimental lately. And maybe I am home and family, And putting down roots, a precious seed?
"So, where are you from, shrew? Seki! It hasn't bloomed yet And I've already forgotten what roads are in the world!" He looked into her face, adjusted the egg, Then looked around sadly and... broke his legs.