Текст песни Олег Митяев - С добрым утром, любимая

In the town of peripheral
It gives spring petrol
Sweet slumber zamorochenny people.
And haze thins over the highway,
Ha is a white paint
I hapisal some local idiot:

& Quot; Good morning, darling! & Quot; -
In large letters,
& Quot; Good morning, darling! & Quot; -
Not wishing whitewash.
And it is unsociable
The inscription, beckoning lights,
And Moon distinguishable
And with the surrounding stars.

Hoch melt without a trace,
And it will remain a mystery,
Who wrote and will argue the nightingales.
They are perfectly visible from the branch,
What is broken markup,
They feel so sorry that upset traffic police.

& Quot; Good morning, darling!
You are my Sweetheart! & Quot; -
This inscription is beautiful
He looks in your window
Maybe the line happy,
March stored,
It will be all in the way a beacon -
Let tolerate the traffic police.