жить до конца своих лет. Прилетай соловей,когда кончу я путь, На могиле моей тогда сядь отдохнуть. Ты не пой соловей возле кельи моей, И молитве моей не мешай соловей
Кислый”82 Гучи, дольчи, ночи, клубы, случай… Без пяти минут невеста, тревога в моём сердце Пульт, кресло, переполненная пепельница Не нахожу себе места
, Защекочем и замучим! Воду во реке замутим. На кустах костей навесим, Пакостных шутих нашутим, Весело покуролесим! Водяные, лешие, Души забубенные! Ваше дело - пешие, Наше дело - конные. Первый соловей
тушью. Похотливо и пошло, как ты любишь. Потом лежать на подушке заказав суши. И всетаки раньше ты это делала лучше. Соловьи... Не пойте больше песен соловьи
А вот история знакомая и вечная. Она про девочку, что так была беспечна. И все вокруг ее считали просто «лапочкой». Ну а соседи называли Красной Шапочкой
We sing the nightingale song alive Streets never border further than my eyes We sing the nightingale song alive We might be different but our hearts won
Sunrise and I see her eyes Oh, why'd you come, and oh, why? Eternally break the spell I try to tell, but I don't Oh nightingale, oh nightingale Oh nightingale
Written by eric maschwitz/manning sherwin That certain night The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the ritz
Dreaming men are haunted men, So please don't ask me to dream of you I never learned how to pretend, I don't believe, that dreams come true There ain'
I'm hanging on to my peace of mind I just don't know I'm hanging on to those good times, baby Just want to let them roll I'm gonna make it to the light
Like some night bird homeward wingin' He seeks the sheltered nest Like the sailor's lost horizon He needs some place to rest The songs that he's been
Nightingale, sing us a song Of a love that once belonged Nightingale, tell me your tale Was your journey far too long? Does it seem like I'm looking
Tell me do something true true of you and me That we're too busy living through, too busy to see What is it that we do, makes us what we are? If we sing
There's a sweet singing lady down in Tennessee I mean Nashville, Tennessee. Everyone down in Dixie loves her harmony; I mean craves her harmony. All the
a pained token disaster mental reactor put it to sleep a second coming after fearing the laughter feeding the sheep fit so good as if it would the trees
Nightingale sing though it's blacker than the bog Nightingale sing to me, I need to hear your song Nightingale come and perch upon my tree A terrifying
Dyin' mama, barely breathin' in a bed of nails To wander through the ruin smokin' and pale Came upon an angel and a nightingale Back where the darkness
Yesterday I thought that I walked alone And that love was just a memory But a nightingale followed me back home And my love was waiting there for me
