Istoricheskiy Roman (Karaoke).mid
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F:MidiIstoricheskiy roman 2.mid
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V sklyanke temnogo stekla
Iz-pod importnogo piva
Roza krasnaya tsvela,
Gordo i netoroplivo.
Istoricheskiy roman
Sochinyal ya ponemnogu,
Probivayas, kak v tuman,
Ot prologa k epilogu.
Kazhdyiy pishet, chto on slyishit,
Kazhdyiy slyishit, kak on dyishit,
Kak on dyishit, tak i pishet,
Ne starayas ugodit.
Tak priroda zahotela,
Pochemu, ne nashe delo,
Dlya chego, ne nam sudit.
Byili dali golubyi,
Byilo vyimyisla v izbyitke,
I iz sobstvennoy sudbyi
Ya vyidergival po nitke.
V put geroev snaryazhal,
Navodil o proshlom spravki,
I poruchikom v otstavke
Sam sebya voobrazhal.
Kazhdyiy pishet, chto on slyishit,
Kazhdyiy slyishit, kak on dyishit,
Kak on dyishit, tak i pishet,
Ne starayas ugodit.
Tak priroda zahotela,
Pochemu, ne nashe delo,
Dlya chego, ne nam sudit.
Vyimyisel ne est obman,
Zamyisel - esche ne tochka.
Dayte dopisat roman
Do poslednego listochka.
I poka esche zhiva
Roza krasnaya v butyilke,
Dayte vyikriknut slova,
Chto davno lezhat v kopilke.
Kazhdyiy pishet, chto on slyishit,
Kazhdyiy slyishit, kak on dyishit.
Iz-pod importnogo piva
Roza krasnaya tsvela,
Gordo i netoroplivo.
Istoricheskiy roman
Sochinyal ya ponemnogu,
Probivayas, kak v tuman,
Ot prologa k epilogu.
Kazhdyiy pishet, chto on slyishit,
Kazhdyiy slyishit, kak on dyishit,
Kak on dyishit, tak i pishet,
Ne starayas ugodit.
Tak priroda zahotela,
Pochemu, ne nashe delo,
Dlya chego, ne nam sudit.
Byili dali golubyi,
Byilo vyimyisla v izbyitke,
I iz sobstvennoy sudbyi
Ya vyidergival po nitke.
V put geroev snaryazhal,
Navodil o proshlom spravki,
I poruchikom v otstavke
Sam sebya voobrazhal.
Kazhdyiy pishet, chto on slyishit,
Kazhdyiy slyishit, kak on dyishit,
Kak on dyishit, tak i pishet,
Ne starayas ugodit.
Tak priroda zahotela,
Pochemu, ne nashe delo,
Dlya chego, ne nam sudit.
Vyimyisel ne est obman,
Zamyisel - esche ne tochka.
Dayte dopisat roman
Do poslednego listochka.
I poka esche zhiva
Roza krasnaya v butyilke,
Dayte vyikriknut slova,
Chto davno lezhat v kopilke.
Kazhdyiy pishet, chto on slyishit,
Kazhdyiy slyishit, kak on dyishit.