Вот был город как город а стал затопленный батискаф?

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  1. Wydi Ответить

    That was the city as a city and became flooded bathyscaphe
    If all you have thrown, and not having found ,
    Lived , and now you are hanging like an empty sleeve
    Do crippled boy in transition.
    Yes, no one will not come to you , do not lie to yourself .
    He train in Brooklyn , and you have debts,
    And trembling fingers zip up boots
    Though it is unclear why would like .
    It’s not in it, it ‘s your eternal heat deficit ,
    Cost hug as gone – gone – floated ,
    Only he is a rock , his more important cases
    What you teteshkatsya , pop-eyed ;
    That was because the refractory as graphite ,
    And now a huge kerf inside soffit ,
    And inside shines ridiculous , and the blood boils
    If someone comes and looks and cry out :
    ” Hey, what’s sprawled Lazarus ? .. ”
    Come, my child, do not break it on the nail.
    Tarry for themselves better, Get Rich ,
    And then find yourself someone there austere ,
    To cook him soup and give birth to his children ,
    And remember how it all – spit and be baptized.
    Like, was the month when the cut by a thousand volts
    This boy was seraphic , Childe Harold ,
    And stroking his pockets with a view to find a colt ,
    So that when he comes ,
    was less than
    treat yourself .

  2. Barrie Ответить

    Here was the city as a city, and became a flooded bathyscaphe,
    As if all of you left, and did not find,
    Lived, and now you hang like an empty sleeve
    A crippled boy has a transition.
    No one will come to you, do not lie to yourself.
    He has a train to Brooklyn, and you have debts,
    And his fingers tremble to fasten their boots,
    Although it is unclear why.
    It’s not about him, it’s your eternal heat deficit,
    It is worth hugging, as it went-went-floated,
    Only he is a rock, he has more important business,
    Than to be with you, lupoglazoy;
    It was fire-resistant, like graphite,
    And now they cut a huge soffit inside,
    And insides shine absurdly, and blood boils,
    As if Someone is about to break in and cried out:
    “Hey, why are you lying down, Lazarus? ..”
    Come on, baby, do not break his nails about him.
    Live for yourself, get better, get rich,
    And then find yourself somebody there without any fuss,
    To cook him soup and give birth to his children,
    And as you remember all this, spit and be baptized.
    Like, there was a month when it broke under a thousand volts,
    Such a boy was a seraphic, Child-Harold,
    And you iron your pockets for the purpose of groping for Colt,
    So that when he comes,
    was than
    treat.

  3. Lira Mira Ответить

    (Перевод текста песни верочка полозкова – Вот был город как город, а стал затопленный батискаф на английский #english version, на английском языке)
    Here was the city as a city and became submerged bathyscaphe,
    If all you cast, and not found,
    She has lived her life, and now you hang as empty sleeve
    The cripples-the boy in the transition.
    Yes, no one to you not come yourself don’t lie.
    He had a train to Brooklyn, and you have debts,
    And fingers tremble buttoned boots,
    Although it is not clear, why would like.
    The matter is not in it, it’s the eternal thy heat deficit,
    It is worth hug, as go-go-floated,
    Only he is the rock, he had more important things,
    Than with you тетешкаться, Buckeye;
    It was because refractory, as graphite,
    And now turned inside such a huge spotlights,
    And inside shines ridiculous, and the blood boils,
    If Someone had now burst in and yells:
    “Hey, what are you lying there, Lazarus?..”
    Come, my dear, don’t worry about his nails.
    Live for yourself, поправься, разбогатей,
    And then find yourself there someone without tricks
    To cook him soup and give birth to his children,
    And how is all this to remember – spitting and be baptized.
    They say, was the month when вломило under a thousand volts
    This boy was the seraphic, Childe Harold,
    So and stroke his pockets to find the colt,
    So when he comes,
    it was something
    treat themselves.

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