Singer: Alla Pugacheva. Page 3

While my straw intact
Not to drown, the stones do not break.
Through so many storms, she led me,
That it's impossible for me to bring.
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Have never found a soul,
Maybe the straw she?
And if rest or a coward,
Cover and random wave.

Tell us bird that beckons you upward?
Me you so boldly ascended.
Maybe it's because you are so easy to fly,
That to success you don't strive to be on time?
That is not pain you resentment of the past years
Winged years
Wonderful years.
Tell me birds, time has come,
That our planet is a fragile glass.
Clean birch trees, rivers and fields,
On top of all this, the more tender the crystal.
Do we hear from all sides
Crystal bell?
Farewell the sound?

I'm really bitter said: "do Not be afraid!",
And I began these words even more!
And because it is not necessary lie to help
Do not lie, do not lie...
The Holy lie, even if you are Holy,
I hate your kindness,
I don't believe you!
Because the soul in you climb to me,
Because everyone is happy you completely,
I don't believe you!

You owe me a sunset, you owe me a dawn,
You owe me all the songs that were not sung.
You owe me so much is impossible to say,
In General, you do owe me nothing.

To respond with love, not loving -
It's sweet, but cruel.

You have to be sad no reason
In the mirror so often Gladys.
Freeze after you men
If you don't believe me, look around.
And again you sigh,
The sadness in the eyes of Ty, the
What a funny,
My girl.
Like something know
I don't know,
Well what young
You, my daughter.

Where the childhood leaves?
At a short edge,
The boys next door
The same as I do.
It went silently,
While the city sleeps,
And letters do not write
And is unlikely to call.

Where does childhood
Where did it go?
Probably the edge of a wonderful,
Where every day movie,
Where night blue
Shines the moonlight,
But we are with you from now on
There is no way.

Where does childhood
In what city?
And where can we find the means
So again to get there?

Because once a year is may,
For pale dawn rainy day
Anyone have thee blame,
But not me please not me.
This world is not invented by us
This world is not invented by me.
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The only way we have to cope with fate,
There is only one path in the blur of the days
Let the clouds disperse we hard on the ground,
But we love each other more.

Again birds in flocks gather
Waiting for them for a distant sea road.

To calculate the path of the star,
And plant gardens,
And to tame the Typhoon
All can magic!

I'm not waiting in the whole world,
Love on the run!
Fate at the edge of the winter field
All stand and sing I am in pain!

And when love comes, my head finds me,
That hands, that legs, Hello, head.