@TPesenka De [email protected], Yu.Ryashentsev@TNazarov Slava <[email protected]>@LRUS
Shpagi nagolo, dvoryane.
Pyil Parizha - eto prah.
Vsyudu krov: na rilskoy tkani,
Na brabanskih kruzhevah.
Esli sam vam shpagi dal,
Kak mogu ostanovit ya
V grud vletayuschiy metall
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya!
Duelyantyi, zabiyaki,
Vyi klinki skrestili vnov!
Vyi deretes radi draki,
Radi smeha lete krov.
I kogda predsmertnyiy krik
Zatrepeschet slovno ptitsa,
Vasha sovest ni na mig
Ne probuditsya,
Ne probuditsya,
Ne probuditsya,
Ne probuditsya!
Hot za tron na ratnom pole
Krov prolit vam ne vpervoy,
No ee kuda pobole
Na parizhskoy mostovoy.
Esli sam vam shpagi dal,
Kak mogu ostanovit ya
V grud vletayuschiy metall
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya!
Esli sam vam shpagi dal,
Kak mogu ostanovit ya
V grud vletayuschiy metall
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya,
Krovoprolitya! |
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