Текст песни Екатерина Ачилова - Жар

Do you want a little gingerbread, Vanya?
Do you want my light, Vanya, apple?
Look, there's Tanechka and Minechka
Went to count the clouds.
Turn you into a black dog,
The beast of the beast of Newfoundland,
Will you skip through the woods,
Sing along to the wolves sometimes,
But to frighten travelers or save them -
Understand yourself, nonsense.

The white day after the window,
Only the shadow on the wattle fence falls.
Miracles have now become cheap,
How do I like this all!

Would you be a horse-fire outside the window
Lived-lit three times seven lands,
Only in the one end, the one where we are together,
There is no fire, but decay, decay, prel.
Maybe I myself - the bird Zhar,
It's a pity, not a minute to fly,
I can easily give birth to chicks,
Than to burn the forest of flame.
Oh, the night in my house, the stars are spinning,
And silence - then - touch, tingle.

Do not look with canine eyes,
Do not go out of the woods, in the woods it's fun,
You are my black friend, Vanechka,
I werewolf did you.
I know, tomorrow I will not wake up here,
That's because I dreamed - I'll think about it.
And where are you, my dream, I will cry, where -
What I lose, I sing about it.
Day that night, night as day - these are the pores,
Only a shadow, but not yours, on a wattle fence.
All one - whether we will become, we will not become old,
We are stymied, we will disappear in the sky.
The next morning guslars will come,
They will sing a song about you, about me.
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