Текст песни Самара - Сыграй мне фугу Боккерини

Play me fugue Boccherini
And best of Bach minuet
Here, such a trace
This is not, there is no such
And there is not no Holbein Bosch
And I'm not Hamlet Lohan
But for you in the quiet of coffee
I write, I am a poet
For you, dear Magdalena coined image inzhenёv
I bite my teeth wall
And nothing has changed
And everything will go as it was before
Not looking up from the line
The late Duke of your father
Will leave you with your debts
And you poor thing on the street
Spend their days are
All waiting for you the King orders
And ashamed enemies
But the road is not a scene
And you pay for all of the
No Poirot and not Moliere
There are only a night over his head
Where the Arbat sawing Tsoi
Where perehodoh someone is sleeping
My dream with your love
Poem burn.