Может, помнишь тот сказочный сон? П

Может, помнишь тот сказочный сон? Позабыт он тобой или нет? Плыл над полем малиновый звон, Занимался малиновый свет. ПРИПЕВ: Ягода малина нас к себе манила, Ягода мали- на ле-том в гости звала. Как сверкали эти искры на рассвете, Ах какою сладкой малина была! Тихо лес шелестел колдовской. Лишь для нас пели в нем соловьи. И малиною спелой такой, Пахли теплые губы твои. ПРИПЕВ. Ты мне слово одно повтори, Над которым не властны века, И пускай от сиянья зари Вновь малиновой станет река

Результаты (английский) 1:

Maybe you remember the dream? Pozabyt he or not? Was floating over a field of Crimson chime, was engaged in a Crimson light. Chorus: raspberry us to his Manila, Berry Mali to Le that you called. As these sparkled sparks at dawn, Oh what a sweet raspberry was! Quiet forest šelestel enchanted. We only sang the nightingales. And the circle of ripe, Smelled the warm lips of yours. CHORUS. I repeat, one word Beyond the century, and let the radiance of dawn Again Crimson will become a river

Результаты (английский) 2:

Maybe you remember that fabulous dream? Forgotten it you or not? Floated over the field of crimson bells, engaged in crimson light. CHORUS: raspberry beckoned us over, crimson berry for les that visit was calling. As these sparks flashed at dawn, a sort of sweet raspberry Oh it was! Quiet forest rustled witchcraft. Only for us to sing in it nightingales. And raspberries ripe such smelled warm your lips. CHORUS. You give me one word repeat, the timeless century, And let the radiance of dawn again become a crimson river

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May, remember the fabulous song? Позабыт it yourself or not? Diapers over field maroon bells, has been involved in purple light. Chorus: Berry raspberries us to Manila, berry Mali- le-that's loosing the guests.How had these sparks at dawn, s eternal sweet raspberries was! Quiet forest шелестел waiting room she prayed silently. Only for us sang in it not only Zagatala but also Belokani districts. And малиною crusty toast such, thy lips are warm pavement artist. Chorus. You call me one repeat,Which does not stem-first century, and something from сиянья dawn once again red raspberry jam will be the river