Singer: Alexander Rosenbaum. Page 3

Phaeton outdoor,
Clatter of hooves,
My head whirled Jasmine.
And throws it off the roof
Pits from cherries
Very indecent citizen.
Cabman, through the house to stop,
Take a NAP on the box, I quickly
Just rise up, tell her everything about love
So you do not come to the shot.
Driver, take me home!
I like the breeze today a free.
Let the pounding hooves drumming on the pavement,
Yes, don't whip the horse - he's hurt!

GOP-stop, we approached from the corner.
GOP-stop, you got,
Now pay later
Look at the stars,
Look at that sky
Look fucking tverezy,
Look at this sea -
See, it's all for the last time.
GOP-stop, you refused to caress to me.
GOP-stop, you loved the sound of coins
Squirrel fur coat you wore,
Crocodile skin,
All colonels made,
Feet at night soap
Thug world forgot
And "pen" for this get!

GOP-stop, Semen, shove it under the edge,
GOP-stop, don't answer that "feather"
About this heart of stone
Bitches in the grass.
Well, call Hertz
He reads her a fancy
Very popular
In our synagogue comedown.
GOP-stop, we do not ask for mercy,
GOP-stop, the moon did not voice,
And better remember that "raspberry",
VAS'kin picture
Where he is you and I "figured",
Exactly in the window.
In General, do not pull the rubber,
I forgive all. Stop her Semen!

Can you say who, they say, the climate here is not the
And I need your damp.
Here I became wiser, and city of rain
We smear one world.

Came sadness. Well, I'm gonna go,
Me to not share with anyone.

The light I see the light!
Like the surgeon took off the blindfold,
Nevidiacich it for so long...

I gather my things, a hat brush.
Invited me to his God, but did not.
Angel chubby finger faces:
"Better run, boy, to the store!"
Going, wearing a double-breasted jacket,
To hell, to hell, to hell, to hell!

Well, time to do silly things...
With the dream of his life twisting,
To include a slow song and...
To date somewhere in the dark...

Live with me - not to go,
Next to me an impossible one motive,
But I never get bored.
The heat, the freezing cold,
Pray to God, then talk to Woland.
And don't know who I am - even better.

Gray sunken cheek will fall into the pillow
In the Golden cage the goldfinch has sold his soul.
Wears, tearing the throat and the chest was empty...
Myself lying all the time, because and sad.

Sometimes richer than a beggar, one who does not have time to save.
Someone, no one, nowhere, no holds...

Everything has its end, its beginning.

How often I see the dream my amazing dream,
In which the autumn to us dances a waltz-Boston.
There, the leaves are falling down plate spinning disk:
"Don't go, stay with me, you're my Caprice..."
How often I see the dream my amazing dream,
In which the autumn to us dances a waltz-Boston.

And I would like to take you garden
There where my good dreams ripen.
Only it's not going to be able to go near
From the breath of your petrified.