Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Nuit De Noel

I again omit the letter and quietly the whole page
And open your evil spirits , I breathe their painful hops
And then I seen so clearly these thin black birds
That fly from the vial to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noel & quot;

Soon it will be spring. And Venice young sripki
Raspoyut your sadness, melancholy and sadness rastantsuyut
And then become sweeter sins and light blue error
Do not regret the spring when blooming almond kisses

Do not be sad for me , my friend. I chilled old bird .
My host - a cruel organ grinder - makes me dance
Removing tickets happiness, I look in the unfortunate person
And by the sounds of the hurdy-gurdy heinous me painfully sleepy

I again omit the letter and quietly the whole page
Do not be angry for the sad end of my tears and painful hops
This is all your evil spirits . This black thoughts as birds
That fly from the vial to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noel & quot;