Беда не знает выходных, И лиц она не различает: И пожилых, и молодых, Увы, она порой сражает… Но рядом, отведя беду, Накинув белые халаты, Как часовые
Я приполз домой И звоню в звонок, Блюю, шатаюсь, Насквозь промок. А ты мне из-за двери: - А это, бля, кто? А я ответил: - Твой хуй в пальто! Ползу
Talk of yesterday And she will show her brothers Photographed in callous clothes Say tommorow And she'll say, "Come find me on a beach And there will
Как далеко-далеко, где-то там в Подмосковье Фотографию сына уронила рука А по белому снегу уходил от погони Человек в телогрейке или просто зека Мать
Вступление В день, когда исполнилось мне 16 лет Подарила мама мне вязаный жакет И куда-то в сторону отвела глаза "Принесли посылку нам, это от отца"
А мы с тобой брат из пехоты, А летом лучше, чем зимой, С войной покончили мы счеты, С войной покончили мы счеты, С войной покончили мы счеты, Бери шинель
Back through the years I go wonderin' once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my momma put the
Back through the years I go wondering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my mamma put these
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry The windows wide open, African trees Bent over backwards
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line, hangin' dry The window's wide open, African trees Bent over backwards
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one
Back through the years I go wandering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us and how my mama put the rags
ano ba ang hanap mo, pwede bang katulad ko ang ibigin mo.. d mo na kailangan pang pumunta sa dulo ng walang hanggan, para sumaya ipikit mo lang ang
nang makita ka sinabi sa sarili na sana ikaw na nga pinangarap na makasama ka sinta refrain: sana'y dinggin ang sasabihin ko chorus: para sa 'yo hindi
The fit is generous and loose The coat is filled with down of goose Should I feel guilty about that? I wouldn't wear the fur of a cat The coat is black
I don't wear a coat since I love the cold. And it's not my fault I was never told to be polite when I speak. Bow to crowds' applause from empty seats.
Crickets are chirpin' The water is high There's a soft cotton dress On the line hangin' dry The windows wide open African trees Bent over backward In
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey I swear to you friend that old high life sure gives me a scare Now I walked away lonely from those I
