Lyrics Светлана Винник - Одуванчик
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Голодный ветер просит есть, и я кормлю его с руки,
Мне одуванчиков совсем-совсем не жаль, но сердце рвется на куски.
Душа, голодная как зверь, опять в мою стучится жизнь,
Ее одной любовью можно накормить, но где мне взять ее, скажи?
Одуванчик мой, моя любовь, прости -
Время нелюбви сейчас на белом свете.
Одуванчик мой, моя любовь, лети, лети
Встретимся с тобой потом, когда утизнет ветер…
Глаза слезятся на ветру, но я рукой смахну слезу,
Пусть одуванчики пострижены “под ноль”, им эта стрижка так к лицу.
И мне к лицу моя печаль, и значит, не узнаешь ты,
Что без любви душа посдрижена “под ноль”, как эти бывшие цветы.
Одуванчик мой, моя любовь, прости -
Время нелюбви сейчас на белом свете.
Одуванчик мой, моя любовь, лети, лети
Встретимся с тобой потом, когда утизнет ветер…
Одуванчик мой, моя любовь, прости -
Время нелюбви сейчас на белом свете.
Одуванчик мой, моя любовь, лети, лети
Встретимся с тобой потом, когда утизнет ветер…
слова: Осиашвили
музыка: Дукьянов
The hungry wind begs for food, and I feed it from my hand,
I don't feel sorry for the dandelions at all, but my heart breaks to pieces.
Soul, hungry as an animal, life knocks on my again,
You can feed her with love alone, but where can I get her, tell me?
My dandelion, my love, I'm sorry -
The time of dislike is now in this world.
Dandelion my, my love, fly, fly
We will meet with you later, when the wind dies down ...
My eyes are watering in the wind, but I will brush away a tear with my hand
Let the dandelions be trimmed "to zero", this haircut suits them so well.
And my sadness suits me, and that means you don't recognize
That without love the soul is shorn to zero, like these former flowers.
My dandelion, my love, I'm sorry -
The time of dislike is now in this world.
Dandelion my, my love, fly, fly
We will meet with you later, when the wind dies down ...
My dandelion, my love, I'm sorry -
The time of dislike is now in this world.
Dandelion my, my love, fly, fly
We will meet with you later, when the wind dies down ...
words: Osiashvili
music: Dukyanov
I don't feel sorry for the dandelions at all, but my heart breaks to pieces.
Soul, hungry as an animal, life knocks on my again,
You can feed her with love alone, but where can I get her, tell me?
My dandelion, my love, I'm sorry -
The time of dislike is now in this world.
Dandelion my, my love, fly, fly
We will meet with you later, when the wind dies down ...
My eyes are watering in the wind, but I will brush away a tear with my hand
Let the dandelions be trimmed "to zero", this haircut suits them so well.
And my sadness suits me, and that means you don't recognize
That without love the soul is shorn to zero, like these former flowers.
My dandelion, my love, I'm sorry -
The time of dislike is now in this world.
Dandelion my, my love, fly, fly
We will meet with you later, when the wind dies down ...
My dandelion, my love, I'm sorry -
The time of dislike is now in this world.
Dandelion my, my love, fly, fly
We will meet with you later, when the wind dies down ...
words: Osiashvili
music: Dukyanov