Author of quotes: Alexander Gorodnitsky. Page 1

Again the Seagull screams and whirls in a crimson mist.
Again the ship goes, not leaving a trace.
And the land of the evening flashed on the silver screen, -
We have in reality not to see her again.
What do you need to wander around the world without sense? -
The ocean is the same everywhere - water and water.
What you the house where corals are gathering dust on the shelves
If the house is deserted no owner ever?

Why do you need the true love believe?
Anyway the courts don't recognize anything about her.
What to remember about the forsaken distant shore,
If you're going to leave him again?
The useless side these red lead paint - keep trying -
Still in the ocean, they prorzhaveet through.
It is useless to ask the woman to wait and wait
If her live meant you apart.

Dear brothers and sisters,
What was happening to me?
And all the same dream I dream
Widescreen and color.
In heat and in cold, and in bad weather
All he burns me to ashes.
In this bed, wide open,
And the wife of the French Ambassador.
In this bed, wide open,
And the wife of the French Ambassador.

Even French I don't understand
And it is in Russian guys,
But as a high chest of her naked,
How naked high leg.
Do not need now is other women
All my soul Africa brought:
Crocodiles, palm trees, baobabs
And the wife of the French Ambassador.
Crocodiles, palm trees, baobabs
And the wife of the French Ambassador.

I don't dream about Tanya and not Gali
Not home field, not the forest.
And in Senegal, brothers in Senegal
I have seen such wonders:
Oh, not weak, brothers, Oh, not weak
Shine waves, shimmering oars
Crocodiles, palm trees, baobabs
And the wife of the French Ambassador.
Crocodiles, palm trees, baobabs
And the wife of the French Ambassador.

Atlanta hold the sky on stone hands.

What kind of edge you would be lucky
Without your childhood you poor everywhere.

Go back to the old.

You may lose the ability to surprise,
Worse - lose the ability to wonder.

Betrayal -
Soul unhealed burns,
Cry tired
The dead horn.
Calls to distant lands
Pipe silver trill
And the horses they ride over the stubble...
But what you Holy purpose,
When pierced overcoat
From steaming shot back.