Lyrics КлючЕваЯ - Гроза
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Льет крепким чаем на глаза
Еще не началась гроза
И ставят новеньких на вход
И мажут медом эшафот
Мой город баров и церквей
Мой город плах и площадей
Все от лисы до журавля
В последний день календаря
Из виска за все моря полетела песня
Через облака, через поднебесье
В ночь у колдуна скоро спать невесте
А сестра луна с головою в тесте
Одна нечайная гроза
Льет крепким чаем за глаза
Все разметает по углам
Не дарит взмахи рукавам
Мой город солнца и церквей
Мой голос голубь с площадей
Все от лисы до журавля
В последний день календаря, зря
Pours strong tea over the eyes
The storm hasn't started yet
And they put new ones at the entrance
And they smear honey on the scaffold
My city of bars and churches
My city is chopping blocks and squares
Everything from fox to crane
On the last day of the calendar
A song flew from the temple for all the seas
Through the clouds, through the skies
On the night of the sorcerer, the bride will sleep soon
And sister moon with her head in dough
One unintended thunderstorm
Pours strong tea behind the eyes
Scatters everything in the corners
Doesn't flap your sleeves
My city of sun and churches
My voice is a dove from the squares
Everything from fox to crane
On the last day of the calendar, in vain
The storm hasn't started yet
And they put new ones at the entrance
And they smear honey on the scaffold
My city of bars and churches
My city is chopping blocks and squares
Everything from fox to crane
On the last day of the calendar
A song flew from the temple for all the seas
Through the clouds, through the skies
On the night of the sorcerer, the bride will sleep soon
And sister moon with her head in dough
One unintended thunderstorm
Pours strong tea behind the eyes
Scatters everything in the corners
Doesn't flap your sleeves
My city of sun and churches
My voice is a dove from the squares
Everything from fox to crane
On the last day of the calendar, in vain