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18-04-2003 10:44 Khabarik
А я скучать сегодня буду,
Да денег нет, сдана посуда
И в субботу с воскресеньем
мне у окна дано спасенье
О-о... Волга да Ока
Эх... Тоска...
Чего это я? Да ничего, песни поем, флудеры!
Да денег нет, сдана посуда
И в субботу с воскресеньем
мне у окна дано спасенье
О-о... Волга да Ока
Эх... Тоска...
Чего это я? Да ничего, песни поем, флудеры!
Комментарии:
Спорный профессионал
Squall
Duran Duran - 
Duran Duran - Шельма
Вместе весело шагать по просторам, по просторам, по просторам.
И, конечно, напевать лучше хором, лучше хором, лучше хором
И, конечно, напевать лучше хором, лучше хором, лучше хором
Разя огнем, сверкая блеском стали
Пойдут машины в яростный поход
Когда нас в бой пошлет товарищ Сталин
И первый маршал в бой нас поведет!
Пойдут машины в яростный поход
Когда нас в бой пошлет товарищ Сталин
И первый маршал в бой нас поведет!
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
Most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Well now my door was standing open
Security was laidback and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord he finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Between the satin beaus and their belles
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
Most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Well now my door was standing open
Security was laidback and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord he finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Спорный профессионал
I wrote her off for the tenth time today
And practiced all the things I would say
But she came over
I lost my nerve
I took her back and made her dessert
Now I know I'm being used
That's okay man cause I like the abuse
I know she's playing with me
That's okay cause I've got no self esteem
We make plans to go out at night
I wait till 2 then I turn out the light
All this rejection's got me so low
If she keeps it up I just might tell her so
When she's saying that she wants only me
Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
When she's saying that I'm like a disease
Then I wonder how much more I can spend
Well I guess I should stick up for myself
But I really think it's better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care Right?
Now I'll relate this a little bit
That happens more than I'd like to admit
Late at night she knocks on my door
Drunk again and looking to score
Now I know I should say no
But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go
I may be dumb
But I'm not a dweeb
I'm just a sucker with no self esteem
And practiced all the things I would say
But she came over
I lost my nerve
I took her back and made her dessert
Now I know I'm being used
That's okay man cause I like the abuse
I know she's playing with me
That's okay cause I've got no self esteem
We make plans to go out at night
I wait till 2 then I turn out the light
All this rejection's got me so low
If she keeps it up I just might tell her so
When she's saying that she wants only me
Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
When she's saying that I'm like a disease
Then I wonder how much more I can spend
Well I guess I should stick up for myself
But I really think it's better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care Right?
Now I'll relate this a little bit
That happens more than I'd like to admit
Late at night she knocks on my door
Drunk again and looking to score
Now I know I should say no
But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go
I may be dumb
But I'm not a dweeb
I'm just a sucker with no self esteem
просто женатик
Эх, жизнь моя - жестянка!
Да ну ее в болото!
Живу я как поганка,
А мне летать, а мне летать, а мне летать охота!
Да ну ее в болото!
Живу я как поганка,
А мне летать, а мне летать, а мне летать охота!
Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Спорный профессионал
Squall
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Дорзы, да, Yo!
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Дорзы, да, Yo!
no comments
Khabarik мой чудный голос может только радовать!! ИВЖ 
Пора по пиву, пора (с)
Пора по пиву, пора (с)
shut-up-mazza-fakka-niga-a! shu-ut up!.... shu-ut up! ...... shu-ut up!....... SHUT UP MAZZA FAKKA NIGA-A-A-A!!!!!! shut up!..... shut u-up!.... shut u-u-u-up!.... shu-u-u-ut u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up! (це)
нудящий ушелец во вне
William Wolos 
Мелодичная такая песенка
Мелодичная такая песенка
.........................
я вже это пел, года полтора назад, но смею повториться 
нихто мене не любыть,
нихто не убожаеть,
пийду я на болото-
наимся жабонят (червячкив - по выбору)
типа - куррент мьюзик
нихто мене не любыть,
нихто не убожаеть,
пийду я на болото-
наимся жабонят (червячкив - по выбору)
типа - куррент мьюзик
Вермишель я б даже полнее спел но мне больше всего концовка той песни нравися
Пора по пиву, по пиву,
По пиву пора,
С ним не берёт мороз
И не страшна жара.
Пора по пиву, по пиву,
По пиву пора,
С ним не берёт мороз
И остеохандроз,
С ним не страшна жара.
Гип-гип ему ура!
(с) Пора по пиву
Георгий Васильев
но мне больше всего концовка той песни нравися Пора по пиву, по пиву,
По пиву пора,
С ним не берёт мороз
И не страшна жара.
Пора по пиву, по пиву,
По пиву пора,
С ним не берёт мороз
И остеохандроз,
С ним не страшна жара.
Гип-гип ему ура!
(с) Пора по пиву
Георгий Васильев
К жене пришел молодой любовник
Когда муж пошел за пивом
К жене пришел молодой любовник
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Студент жену целовал и ласкал
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Студент жену целовал и ласкал
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
А муж не пошел за пивом
А муж за дверью стоял и слушал
Как все происходило
А муж не пошел за пивом
А муж не пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А муж не пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А муж не пошел за пивом
А муж обоих убил топором
А после пошел за пивом
А муж обоих убил топором
И после пошел за пивом
А после пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А после пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А после пошел за пивом
ет ц.
Когда муж пошел за пивом
К жене пришел молодой любовник
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Студент жену целовал и ласкал
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Студент жену целовал и ласкал
Когда муж пошел за пивом
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
Когда муж пошел за пивом
А муж не пошел за пивом
А муж за дверью стоял и слушал
Как все происходило
А муж не пошел за пивом
А муж не пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А муж не пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А муж не пошел за пивом
А муж обоих убил топором
А после пошел за пивом
А муж обоих убил топором
И после пошел за пивом
А после пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А после пошел за пивом
За пивом, за пивом
ца-ца тра-ля-ля-ля
А после пошел за пивом
ет ц.
:)
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