Текст песни Полина Гагарина - Ты Солнце моё, взгляни на меня

Songs have not written much?
Say, cuckoo, prop.
In the city I live or settlements,
Stone lie or light a star; Star ?!

Chorus:
My sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
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Who will go on the trail of lonely?
Strong so bold head laid in the field, in combat.
Few who remained in blessed memory;
In the sober mind, but with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks.

Chorus:
My sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
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Where are you now, will freestyle?
With whom are you now tender meet the dawn? Answer.
I confess that to you, but it is bad without you
The head on his shoulders - patient under the whip under the whip!

Chorus:
You, my Sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
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My sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
Like this!