Текст песни Моя дорогая - Ягоды

Berries
(Ct. / Mus. M.Klyushnikov)
G Am
We ate fruit City Charter,
Washed down with juice sprinkled streets,
Without rights and a strong case
On a busy roadway in an adult kissing.
And in the chest shaking in the morning tram,
Go away everyday hardships,
It fills the window autumn gold,
And we ate the berries.

It freezes in puddles reflection of the past,
Freezes life doling kilometers
And your palm roadside, roadside
In my empty pockets to hide from the wind.
The warm lace trailed by appointment,
Sometimes marayas in the natural pulp,
Sometimes fleeing in a drop of jam,
We ate berries ...

We are forever caught like a rabbit by the ears.
Our humanity will not betray us anymore.
Using the opportunity to believe, think, listen -
We will save ourselves and live for longer.
And when welded evening in boiling water
From watermelon peels we have built a pagoda.
My mother told me that it supposedly flowers ...
We ate berries ...