Singer: Alla Pugacheva. Page 1

Why me you protect from harm,
And I nod my head in response?
You pain painful make doubly
And the truth has long been known to me!

You're so proud off,
Such a solid, ice, cold such.
You're such a loud, thunder,
Hard such a bummer
Don't come near me.
But at a table in his favorite cafe
Let me kiss you on the cheek,
I will reveal all their chips
The pain points.
But I come to you so close,
Will turn my hand your hand
And reveal all their chips
Will give all things.

Mary, out of breath, you're in trouble, Mary,
Mary, take a look at the Bank, Mary.
Mary, he's gone and it's not trouble, Mary,
Mary, well, what your years, Mary...
Mary, no longer believe, Mary,
Mary cries Mary.
Mary, this is your first loss,
Mary, stop crying.
Life is such a thing, Mary.
Mary, where poetry, there is prose,
Mary, where thorns, there are roses,
And in the court of guitar and wine
And guys are waiting for a long time.

Give up the keys
Down and raise an eyebrow.
All they could do,
I gave you love.
You did well, very well,
Let me at least pain.

Came stray the wind on a green sail
He sang in the pines the ship about tides and storms.
And crane again dopey shakes his head:
"I want to see the sea, blue, blue,
I want to see the sea, you take me with you."

Three happy days
I had,
I had with you
I wasn't expecting them,
I did not call them,
Were they given to me by fate.

Later
We met with thee,
Later
They do not have over us
Star.
We are tired and serious,
Don't hide sad eyes
Sad eyes.
And all is well
Later
One destiny put us in touch.
Ah, better late than never!
Ah, better late than never!
Maybe you got
Best year, year, year!..

Loading more and more of us
Steel for some reason.
Now in the first grade of school -
Like Institute.
The teacher asks us
With x tasks,
PhD and the
On the task crying.

So many partings on earth, and different destinies,
Hope gives at the beginning of the ferryman to people.
The left coast needs them right Bank.
Lovers lot - he's one at the crossing.

In the house the excitement, the noise, surprise.
This is not a tale but a true story:
Somewhere outside of town, very inexpensive
Dad bought the car.
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Ahead of us who wish
People laugh after,
Once dad bravely
Took and passed the bike!

I met with the brave military,
On the rocky seashore,
Oh, girls, mode hygiene
We broke at every step!
Passion plunged into the abyss,
About the only one I remember
Oh, this was a man
Well, a real Colonel!

There lived-was the artist one,
The house had also canvases
But he loved actress,
The one that loved flowers.
He then sold his house,
Sold paintings and shelter
And all the money bought
A sea of flowers.

Off the hall light, and again
I look at the scene with detachment.
Hands magical surge, and like
Froze the whole world spellbound.
You soar so high,
Down here, me not noticing
But I have come to You, sorry
Because only love You.
You at least once, just once
For a moment forget about the orchestra!
I'm in the eighth row, eighth row,
I find out You, Maestro!
Let us distant as "Yes" and "no"
Rail and light dividing us,
But we have one, Yes one,
Holy to music love.

Where did the circus go? He was yesterday
And the wind had walls to tear posters
But no longer burning his spotlight
Under the dome an orchestra it can't be heard.
But no longer burning his spotlight
Under the dome an orchestra it can't be heard.
Where did the elephants? In what city
Drovers lead scientist of a camel?
Where did the circus go? He left there
Where someone is waiting for the tale and believe in a miracle
There went the circus...