Здравствуй, небо в облаках, Здравствуй, юность в сапогах, Пропади, моя тоска, Вот он – я, привет, войска! Эх, рельсы, поезда, Как я попал сюда? Здесь
Здравствуй небо в облаках! Здравствуй юность в сапогах! Пропади мой тоска, Вот он я - привет войска! Эх, рельсы поезда, Как я попал сюда?! Здесь не то
Здравствуй, "Юность", это я, Аня Чепурная,- Я ровесница твоя, То есть молодая. То есть, мама говорит, Внука не желая: Рано больно, дескать, стыд, Будто
Какая ночь, я не могу, не спится мне такая лунность Еще как будто берегу в душе утраченную юность Подруга охладевших лет, не называй игру любовью Пусть
Урмонларга кунар охшом, Гузалдир олам, Менда йук ором, Татимас бир дам.... Йуксан жоним, Йуксан дилдор, Сузлари бахор, Кузим интизор На бир хат бор. *
I've got these habits that I cannot I've got these habits that I can't I've got these habits that I cannot break I found life out on the weekdays When
Think of salad days They were folly and fun They were good, they were young
(brooker / reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that
Free that's all that she could bleed That's why she'll never stay White bare naked in the night And lookin' for some play Just another girl that wants
Little Mona Lisa laying by my side "Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime I feel too close to be losin' touch By givin' in, what am I givin' up Am I losin
My darling you look lovely I've come to lay you down Uncover your head and submit to me We'll make a joyful sound I don't care if you're by yourself
If there was a time and place Where I never thought I'd leave my own hometown But those days finally are dead and gone It was never my intention to stay
The Sweet Bird Of Youth Nat King Cole The sweet bird of youth soon flies away And nothing can make him stay? The sweet bird of youth soothes us his sound
This generation rules the nation with version Music happen to be the food of love Sounds to really make you rub and scrub I say, pass the Dutchie pon
Oh! My crushing soul Through my ebony tears Falling on the fading Flowers of my youth Voices from the dark ruins Of cirith ungol Kutulu beckons me From
Dusty and you are, dirty from chain Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave I'll cut you some flowers, now don
Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody thinks they got a genius Everybody got me on the run Sometimes I think they come
You know you could've been a wonder Takin' your circus to the sky You couldn't take it on the tight rope No you had to take it on the side You always