Oh, it's not the evening, not the evening.
Oh, i've being slipping bad
Oh, i've being slipping bad,
And there was dreaming in my had...
And in the dream i have see
As my crouly hourse
Plaing game and keeping going
Macking crazy under me.
Oh angry winds was blouing from
From the eastern side
They disrupt my black hat
From my wild head
And Shnipperson was very cute
He can unravelling my dream
Oh you'll lost your head
Майне идиш нихт ферштейн...
Oh, it's not the evening, not the evening.
Oh, i've being slipping bed
Oh, i've being slipping bed,
And their was dreaming in my had...
It s not the evening...
© Copyright: Михаил Климанов, 2010
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