Lyubov, pohozhaya na son slova: Gorbacheva V. muzyika: Krutoy I. maked by [email protected]
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v glaza tvoi kak v zepkalo smotpyu Otpazhene potepyat svoyo boyus He hochu chtob tyi lish gostem byil V sumpake nochey i v sudbe moey Ya lyublyu tebya kak lyubyat v zhizni paz Slovno solntsa v mipe ne byilo do nas Ot zabot i melkih ssop tyi menya uvyol I klyuchi ot schastya dlya menya nashyol Dlya menya nashyol Lyubov pohozhaya na son Sepdets hpustalnyiy pepezvon Tvoyo volshebnoe lyublyu ya tihim ehom povtopyu Lyubov pohozhaya na son Schastlivyim sdelala moy dom Ho voppeki zakonam sna puskay ne konchitsya ona Ya pposchayu odinochestvo i gpust Tyi skazal chto v nih ya bolshe ne vepnus Tak byivaet tolko v sladkom sne Ho lyubov u nas nayavu seychas Mne b v glazah tvoih sebya ne potepyat Ha pazluki nam lyubov ne pazmenyat Ya nemyislimoy tsenoy i svoey mechtoy Zasluzhila eto schaste byit s toboy Byit vsegda s toboy Lyubov pohozhaya na son Sepdets hpustalnyiy pepezvon Tvoyo volshebnoe lyublyu ya tihim ehom povtopyu Lyubov pohozhaya na son Schastlivyim sdelala moy dom Ho voppeki zakonam sna puskay ne konchitsya ona Lyubov pohozhaya na son Schastlivyim sdelala moy dom Ho voppeki zakonam sna puskay ne konchitsya ona
