@TMalyish@TDanko@TDJ_Gudok@LRUS
Ya vstrechayu tebya redko teper,
Eto tak zhal, pover.
Ne slozhilos u nas, ya ulyibnus,
Pust tak i budet, pust.
Dlya progulok chas ne prazdnichnyiy,
Ya ne uvizhu tebya.
Tvoy malyish rastet ne po godam,
I uzhe chitaet po slogam,
Ozornoy i dobryiy malchugan,
Tvoy malyish.
I kogda s nim za ruku idesh,
To schastlivey v mire ne naydesh.
Mog byi na menya on byit pohozh,
Tvoy malyish.
Oblaka, oblaka, v gorode dozhd,
Proshlogo ne vernesh,
Oblaka, oblaka mimo plyivut,
Gde to ih tozhe zhdut.
Dlya progulok chas ne prazdnichnyiy,
Ya ne uvizhu tebya.
Tvoy malyish rastet ne po godam,
I uzhe chitaet po slogam,
Ozornoy i dobryiy malchugan,
Tvoy malyish.
I kogda s nim za ruku idesh,
To schastlivey v mire ne naydesh.
Mog byi na menya on byit pohozh,
Tvoy malyish.
Tvoy malyish rastet ne po godam,
I uzhe chitaet po slogam,
Ozornoy i dobryiy malchugan,
Tvoy malyish.
I kogda s nim za ruku idesh,
To schastlivey v mire ne naydesh.
Mog byi na menya on byit pohozh,
Tvoy malyish.
Tvoy malyish rastet ne po godam,
I uzhe chitaet po slogam,
Ozornoy i dobryiy malchugan,
Tvoy malyish.
I kogda s nim za ruku idesh,
To schastlivey v mire ne naydesh.
Mog byi na menya on byit pohozh,
Tvoy malyish. |
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