Выворотень
Ассоциация критиков
(©Т. Малыгина - В. Жовтун, Манабозо)
Somebody said
The life is just a carriage -
It's like a trip
With huge bag full of fellows.
My train was grey
And fellows where so common,
But just today
It got another colour.
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Somebody said
The life is just a carriage -
It's like a trip
With huge bag full of fellows.
My train was grey
And fellows where so common,
But just today
It got another colour.
ref
You're the one
Who paints the rainbow flowers
On sheets of gloomy skies.
Paint me now,
My castles and my towers
In fanciful design.
Tell me how
You make me to be joyful
For each plane of pied crystal
Paint me now,
So wonderful and eyeful,
Just shoot from paint-pop gun.
And you tripped in,
Bright, like a butterfly,
So vaporous and zing -
At once you caught my eye.
I felt my soul
Began to fill with colours:
The every corner,
The every mole of lours.
ref (x 2)
You're the one
Who paints the rainbow flowers
On sheets of gloomy skies.
Paint me now,
My castles and my towers
In fanciful design.
Tell me how
You make me to be joyful
For each plane of pied crystal
Paint me now,
So wonderful and eyeful,
Just shoot from paint-pop gun.
Who paints the rainbow flowers
On sheets of gloomy skies.
Paint me now,
My castles and my towers
In fanciful design.
Tell me how
You make me to be joyful
For each plane of pied crystal
Paint me now,
So wonderful and eyeful,
Just shoot from paint-pop gun.
And you tripped in,
Bright, like a butterfly,
So vaporous and zing -
At once you caught my eye.
I felt my soul
Began to fill with colours:
The every corner,
The every mole of lours.
ref (x 2)
You're the one
Who paints the rainbow flowers
On sheets of gloomy skies.
Paint me now,
My castles and my towers
In fanciful design.
Tell me how
You make me to be joyful
For each plane of pied crystal
Paint me now,
So wonderful and eyeful,
Just shoot from paint-pop gun.




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