Текст песни Олег Кензов - плачь со мной моя гитара,пой пацанская душа
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Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul. I will answer, without the bazaar: & quot; How good are you! & Quot; Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul. I will answer, without the bazaar: & quot; How good are you! & Quot; And you took me and left me, This rainy autumn. Gone to some moose, you - Thus, tearing my heart into rags. Baby, if you give to me, I give it to you! I sing, and I can barely stand, I stagger - drunk, like a poplar in the wind. I am without you: either I will sniff or die. I, like Kirkorov, didn’t know that love is cruel Love is cruel and my heart is lonely. I, as Mikhailov; for you - dawn and fog; And you - on the heart of profitable knife wounds. I thought we, like Guf and Isa, together, forever. One whole, like Dzhigurda and a beard, and, But it turned out - a beard, and! And we will never be together again. Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul. I will answer, without the bazaar: & quot; How good are you! & Quot; Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul. I will answer, without the bazaar: & quot; How good are you! & Quot; Trouble, trouble, ah, woe-bitter. You are not with me, my little sunshine. Do you remember how you swore in love? Who to love, to whom to give flowers now? & quot; WinBin Spin YoMe Lays & quot; - Love gave under the eye, and I fell at times. Yes, takai here, Gangstas Paradise. Still this will receive this ** daras! Receive and write a statement to the authorities. Goodbye, mamulechka - see you not soon. I do not argue with fate. I was in love and blind - This, guys, a sad Gangsta Rap came out! All your braids, all bows, all strands of golden hair. On a blouse cast edging; yes cute, snub nose! Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul. I will answer, without the bazaar: & quot; How good are you! & Quot; Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul. I will answer, without the bazaar: & quot; How good are you! & Quot; All your braids, all bows, all strands of golden hair. On a blouse cast edging; yes cute, snub nose! All your braids, all bows, all strands of golden hair. On a blouse cast edging; yes cute, snub nose!
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