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оО))) Мне посвящают песни)
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Светлана Капустина - Паукан %))))
По дороге летним днём (нанана-нанана) Шли обнявшись под дождем (нананаНАнанана) Ослик, суслик, паукан (нанана-нана) И-и-и.. мокренькая кисонька, кисонька, кисонькааа
Ослик с сусликом вдвоем (нанана-нанана)
Танцевали под дождем (нанаНАнанана)
помогал им паукан (нанана-нана)
И-и-и.. мокренькая кисонька, кисонька, кисонька
Скрылся летний дождь вдали (нанана-нанана)
И обнявшись дальше шли (нананаНАнанана)
Ослик, суслик, паукан (нанана-нана)
И-и-и сухонькая кисонька, кисонька, кисонькааа
Няя!!!!
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Айза Долматова – и до утра опять не будет спать...
И до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
Идо утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
Утро
и снова на работу рано
в голове бардак
он еще немного пьяный.
допьет вино из вчерашнего бокала,
поставит басту, чтоб ничего не напрягало
и просидит так молча два часа на кухне,
о чем-то думает
уже с утра не в духе.
опоздает на работу как обычно
и это вошло походу в привычку.
да, веселая была неделя
голова гудит жуткого похмелья
и соседи дико напрягают
кто-то что-то за стенкой выясняет.
была б она рядом - было всё по-другому
а теперь он просто для нее знакомый.
да, вот так бывает
только он ее никак не забывает
И до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
И до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
и до утра...
и до утра...
и до утра...
Да, а время видимо не лечит,
только грусти больше прибавляет.
пишет письма в личку каждый день ей,
а она их даже не читает.
изменилась, просто повзрослела
у нее всё есть, что так хотела:
за границей частенько отдыхает,
про него теперь не вспоминает.
совсем недавно всё было по-другому:
в осеннем парке гуляли два влюбленных,
всю ночь бродили по брошенным кварталам,
прощались три часа возле жд вокзала
осталось все простым теперь воспоминаньем.
уехал кто куда
живут на расстояньи,
но иногда как раньше звонит мне на домашний
и говорит: "прости, но я скучаю, Даша"
И до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
И до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать...
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Suidakra - Baile's Strand
The Red Branch knights are gathered
For Ulster's honour at Baile's strand
Hither from across the waves
A young boy with a merry face
But armed as if for fighting
Came onto the shore
"Thou shall not land on Erin's soil",
Cuinaire cried out,
"Until thou hast revealed thy name!"
For all you ask I can reveal but I must conceal
My name and lineage
Nor from my course you can make me stray away
For I am under bounds and cannot disobey
In battle I will not give way
Nor ever will I speak my name
If challenged I will draw my blade
Here on this strand I will meet my fate
I'll only answer with my blade
No man can stray me from my way
"Then you shall die", Cuinaire replied,
"For no one unknown may enter our realm"
For Ulster's honour many warriors were sent
But to none did he give his unhallowed name
To wound them or kill, the spell to fulfil
The geasa forced upon his infinite will
Any attempt to impede him was doomed and destined to fail
I'll only answer with my blade
No man can stray me from my way
In battle I will not give way
Nor ever will I speak my name
Finally Cuchulainn himself was summoned,
The King had ordered him to defeat this foe
And towards tragedy he strode
A fierce battle ensued,
More than a match for Cuchulainn,
The young boy proved
Dealing blow after blow,
The lad forced Chuchulainn back
With a strength and speed
The hound of Culan had never met
As the battle continued in the water
Two times Cuchulainn almost drowned,
Yet on the third, he remembered the Gae Bolg
And with the strength of the hero's light
He threw it through the waves with all his might
The Gae Bolg, is it true?
Only one may wield it, is it really you?
To a tragic end the story seems to have come
Together they would have crushed the gates of Rome
As Cuchulainn bore the boy in his arms towards the shore
He saw his own ring that the brave boy had worn
Hence the father realized what he had just done
Oh Lord, he had slain his only son!
But what he did not know, at that time on that shore
Through Elatan's ring Conloach's soul now soared
To take his place into myth and memory
Amongst the Riders of the Daoine Sidhe
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Nickelback - Photograph
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if It's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me
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