Текст песни Анатолий Багрицкий - Голый номер

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Sift the puzzle body on the bed
Service and head of twelve.
In the morning, I will gather them together again,
Of course, if it will be collected.

And if the dream did not frighten,
And I do not apprehend it wrong,
In the morning the heart sparkle again
Habitual piano moderato.

I love that we do not die
In the dream, at least for good,
With the sun between our worlds
It is in all its glory,

Inherent in its status as decoration
Of the ultraviolet rays.
I like fangs prominences
Et cetera, and in the same vein.

Road caked golden crust
On crumb wet black soil.
It's nice to overcome a hill,
Whistling a tune cheerless.

The day was over and nothing is equal,
It is, as a spoon in my mother's borscht.
I love that we do not die,
What we do not die at all.