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My bonny lives over the ocean My bonny lives over the see My bonny lives over the ocean Oh, bring back my bonny to me
And this cold city Beyond our shoulders downed This town in your eyes like mirrors sliding out from sight The light, the fight so bright This night Is waiting for our footsteps live Tonight The endless flight We"re high But fear and shadows are so kind To wait beyond our shoulders downed See the silent avenues Drowned in past The magnificent smell of the city You are guest in Strongest arms and picturesque places Of the days liquid and crisp like a morning These are the words I want to say to you world These are the kisses I`ll cover the road bricks Warm as the northern night. Eyelashes wet Smiling face of the city embracing and shake This is the picture. This is the dream I"m in. (Not for many days But for the eternal minute.) We awake, awakening from the cold days And then we going into the right place, And there are our doors, the locks and keys Become the faces in the soft hands Our future now becomes their past But they are thick as thieves At last I say goodbye to my only town And fly away with shoulders downed.
Дворники стояли Молча обсуждали События и факты Сегодняшнего дня. Что завтра, что сегодня, Какое им, блин, дело До наших с вами тягот Иль может быть забот. Им все равно, все слитно И так, и сяк понятно. Все наши расстановки Видны им наперед. А если че случится, Вот так, иль сяк, иль эдак, Они, конечно, знают, Кто в этом виноват. Виновного не ищут, Он сам их тут находит, Ну а они берут его, Да и ведут ТУДА. Откуда ходу нету, Откуда не вернуться. Их место называется, "Приютом Вечных Дворников". Что завтра, что сегодня, Там все, блин, одинаково. В "Приюте Вечных Дворников" Нет "завтра" - есть "сейчас". И так они живут, блин, А может быть и нету Почем мне знать, пойдуя Пожалуй отсюды. ...И снимет дворник шапку Утрет свой лоб рукою, Подымет он метелку, Да молча вдаль уйдет...
And this cold city Beyond our shoulders downed This town in your eyes like mirrors sliding out from sight The light, the fight so bright This night Is waiting for our footsteps live Tonight The endless flight We"re high But fear and shadows are so kind To wait beyond our shoulders downed See the silent avenues Drowned in past The magnificent smell of the city You are guest in Strongest arms and picturesque places Of the days liquid and crisp like a morning These are the words I want to say to you world These are the kisses I`ll cover the road bricks Warm as the northern night. Eyelashes wet Smiling face of the city embracing and shake This is the picture. This is the dream I"m in. (Not for many days But for the eternal minute.) We awake, awakening from the cold days And then we going into the right place, And there are our doors, the locks and keys Become the faces in the soft hands Our future now becomes their past But they are thick as thieves At last I say goodbye to my only town And fly away with shoulders downed.
Once upon a time in a Babylon a white rabbit runs and runs and suddenly he stopped and looked around and nothing changed. White river is flowing down Boots are standing on the ground Eyes half-open - seeing through Skies smiling, it"s going to Rastafa, rastafa, rastafara Rastafa, rastafa, rastafara Freedom whispering and calling them Green small stars will be forever But right now they"ve just guests Souls like puff of smoke and dreadlocks Who they are? Who they are? Half-closed eyelids, voice and breathe of Jah Everywhere and nowhere they are "Cos they called RASTAFARA Rastafa, rastafa, rastafara Rastafa, rastafa, rastafara
I'm crawling through the tube... I;m picking the smiles in the pocket of my eyes.
I"m crawling through the tube of my mood I"m looking around and wasting last pound I"m picking the smiles in a pocket of my eyes And it"s so nice, it"s so nice Baby you know me, I know you now Let"s crowl together in the sun My sun shinin" so bright, so hard Let"s sit on me, and so we start Turn off the radio, turn off the light We approaching. Watching! The sun in my hindsight Everybody in tha house, I"m finished down Moon callin" us, you are superstar I"ve got the rocket in my pocket I"ve got propeller between my lips Embracing your tongue with my song Moon, sun and little capricorn Music playin" only in the bottom of your pot I"m rising up my headphones, - no button "stop" Howdy, my beauty? Trully, you"re frutty We dancing the tengo, ya besame mucho Mirarme (en) tus ojos, verte junto a mi Yo ya estare (legos, muy) legos de aqui What you say, baby? I don"t understand Horses are riding into ya hand? Would you like coffee? Or maybe a rocket? Rocket in a pocket and point in the end. I"ve got the rocket in my pocket I"ve got propeller between my lips
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