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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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