Snova v put’-dorogu nebo zovet,
Serdtse v grudi skripkoj poyot.
I gulyayut po bul’varam stolits
Pesni moej lyubvi bez granits.
London, Oslo, Berlin, Moskva,
Ya poyu i zhivu dlya vas.
Chorus:
Nebesa Evropy plachut dozhdem,
Znachit esche ty menya zhdesh’.
Daleko-dalyoko noch’yu i dnem
Serdtse moe v nebe tvoem.
Goroda i strany, slovno v kino,
Ya v ryukzake noshu za spinoj.
Stala muzyka sud’boyu moej,
Serdtse letit sledom za nej.
Varshava, Kiev i Amsterdam,
Ya daryu svoe serdtse vam.
Chorus:
Nebesa Evropy plachut dozhdem,
Znachit esche ty menya zhdesh’.
Daleko-dalyoko noch’yu i dnem
Serdtse moe v nebe tvoem.
Chorus:
Nebesa Evropy plachut dozhdem,
Znachit esche ty menya zhdesh’.
Daleko-dalyoko noch’yu i dnem
Serdtse moe v nebe tvoem.
Serdtse v grudi skripkoj poyot.
I gulyayut po bul’varam stolits
Pesni moej lyubvi bez granits.
London, Oslo, Berlin, Moskva,
Ya poyu i zhivu dlya vas.
Chorus:
Nebesa Evropy plachut dozhdem,
Znachit esche ty menya zhdesh’.
Daleko-dalyoko noch’yu i dnem
Serdtse moe v nebe tvoem.
Goroda i strany, slovno v kino,
Ya v ryukzake noshu za spinoj.
Stala muzyka sud’boyu moej,
Serdtse letit sledom za nej.
Varshava, Kiev i Amsterdam,
Ya daryu svoe serdtse vam.
Chorus:
Nebesa Evropy plachut dozhdem,
Znachit esche ty menya zhdesh’.
Daleko-dalyoko noch’yu i dnem
Serdtse moe v nebe tvoem.
Chorus:
Nebesa Evropy plachut dozhdem,
Znachit esche ty menya zhdesh’.
Daleko-dalyoko noch’yu i dnem
Serdtse moe v nebe tvoem.
Parody-song
Last weekend, I got depressed.
It happen something that is wrong.
A song got stuck inside my head,
I think it’s called Fairytale
I have pains, inside my head,
That song just wouldn’t go away.
And post-dramatic stress disease,
Not so very nice
I hear it when I’m at work,
I hear it when I’m washing up,
I hear it when I’m eating dinner,
I hear it when I’m at the toilet.
It feels like my brain is broken,
Dear God, what have anda done?
Tear your ears of with a pincer,
Whatever; just get the shit away
I have pains, inside my head,
I feel like this since Barbie girl
I’m so very tierd
Last weekend, I got depressed.
It happen something that is wrong.
A song got stuck inside my head,
I think it’s called Fairytale
I have pains, inside my head,
That song just wouldn’t go away.
And post-dramatic stress disease,
Not so very nice
I hear it when I’m at work,
I hear it when I’m washing up,
I hear it when I’m eating dinner,
I hear it when I’m at the toilet.
It feels like my brain is broken,
Dear God, what have anda done?
Tear your ears of with a pincer,
Whatever; just get the shit away
I have pains, inside my head,
I feel like this since Barbie girl
I’m so very tierd
