Будут и стихи, и математика, Почести, долги, неравный бой. Нынче ж оловянные солдатики Здесь, на старой карте, стали в строй. Лучше бы уж он держал в
of me Won’t be just coming over "Оловянный солдатик" [Пролог:] Да, хит на радио! Клянусь, я его сочинила! Бритни (остановите меня!) [Повтор] О, оловянный солдатик
So I guess I fell in love with a toy soldier He told me that our love would be marching on Hoorah, hoorah He told me that our love was mighty strong
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I am a little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You are a look in your eye A dream passing by in the sky I don't understand All I need is
Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago About a Kingdom on a mountain And a valley folk down below On the mountain was a treasure Buried
Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood. And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood. And across the
I am a little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You, are a look in your eye A dream passing by in the sky But I don't understand And all
You're bankrupt and you're You're bankrupt in your heart Don't even look at me my words could shatter glass And as a toy soldier from my past Have no
You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These niggas is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close, ya I put that battery
You hear a smash on the radio Bet I penned it Britney (Break me off, toy soldier) Break me off (Toy Soldier) Break me off, break me off (Toy Soldier)
I am the little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You, oh look in your eye A dream passing by in the skies I don't understand All I need
I'm a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire you are a look in your eye a dream passing by in the sky I don't understand all I need is treat
Little tin soldier, they gave you an innocent gun And then they welded your hand in place And then they put black paint in your eyes They made you smaller
Just a quiet city sport With a wife and little kids to support So immaculately dressed when he walks Like a soldier on parade He's a tin soldier man
Listen children to a story, that was written long ago 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below On the mountain was a treasure buried deep
He joined up to get a job And show he wasn't scared Swapped Boy Scout hat for army cap At the age of 17, he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21
