Something pleasant awaits us tonight. [yt=trBgdk2sGiI]
The spring breeze rustled with newspapers,
Slightly obscured, and immense
The sky hangs above us - a starry ceiling.
Grumbled motors, nickel-plated,
The wheels are thick, big car.
We smile, we are all relaxed,
And the music flows around for a couple of miles ...
We go to women, they are good,
They look into our eyes
They cry after us
And we are unshaven and hairy,
In return, we give them warmth,
And we do not leave in trouble.
Long hugs, fragrant flowers,
The chitin cover became a little softer.
Vintage watch with long chain
Already "beam-bom" struck after midnight a long time ago.
The dry wood in the cabin crunched.
St. Vitus dance in the fire flame.
They thawed in the soul, drank delicious,
We stay here, perhaps until the morning. Tonight we enjoy good.
Rustling newspapers spring breeze,
Slightly darkened, and the immensity
Hanging above us the sky - star ceiling.
Growling engines, nickel-plated,
Wheels thick, big car .
We smile, we are all relaxed,
And music is pouring around for a couple of miles ...
We "re going to women, they are good,
They look in the eye
They weep after us
And we unshaven and zavolosheny,
In return, we give them warmth,
And don't leave in the lurch.
Many hugs, flowers fragrant,
Chitin became slightly softer cover.
Vintage clock with a chain of length
Already "Bim-Bom" struck long after midnight .
Dry tree in the cockpit cracked.
St. Vitus" dance in the flames of the fire.
In my heart thawed, drank a delicious,
We stay here, maybe until the morning.
Everyone is surprised at the incredible similarity of Yuri Kuznetsov-Taiga with the king of Russian chanson Mikhail Krug. The creators of the series "Legends of the Circle" took advantage of this feature of the artist and invited him to the main role. However, Yuri himself is engaged in the production of films. In an interview with Radio Chanson, the artist spoke about whether he had ever gained weight for the role, why he began to shoot children's films and what his “shaitan team” does ...
Today is September 3rd. And Radio Chanson simply could not miss this date indifferently. After all, one of the main hits of our radio station performed by Mikhail Shufutinsky is dedicated to today. We contacted Mikhail Zakharovich and asked him to comment on this date, to talk about how the maestro himself relates to the song...
Car sales in Russia are not stable. Either growth or decline. However, this trend is observed throughout the world. In England, because of Brexit; in the United States, because of the trade war with China. In the Celestial Empire itself - because of the unprecedented development of the automotive industry. So the idea was born to sell ...
So, another hockey season has started. I will not talk much about the opening match, in which, according to tradition, the finalists of the Gagarin Cup played. This time - CSKA and Avangard, and Omsk won a long-awaited victory, as the previous nine games ended in favor of the army team. It's just that the attitude of the winners towards the prize awarded for winning such matches is ambiguous. You can’t take it in your hands, they say, then you won’t be lucky in the Gagarin Cup. Hockey players are superstitious people. And with what set of superstitions I was driving ...
Something pleasant awaits us tonight.The spring breeze rustled with newspapers,
Slightly obscured, and immense
The sky hangs above us - a starry ceiling.
Grumbled motors, nickel-plated,
The wheels are thick, big car.
We smile, we are all relaxed,
And the music flows around for a couple of miles ...
They look into our eyes
They cry after us
And we are unshaven and hairy,
In return, we give them warmth,
And we do not leave in trouble.
We go to women, they are good,
They look into our eyes
They cry after us
And we are unshaven and hairy,
In return, we give them warmth,
And we do not leave in trouble.
Long hugs, fragrant flowers,
The chitin cover became a little softer.
Vintage watch with long chain
Already "beam-bom" struck after midnight a long time ago.
The dry wood in the cabin crunched.
St. Vitus dance in the fire flame.
They thawed in the soul, drank delicious,
We stay here, perhaps until the morning.
We go to women, they are good,
They look into our eyes
They cry after us
And we are unshaven and hairy,
In return, we give them warmth,
And we do not leave in trouble.
We go to women, they are good,
They look into our eyes
They cry after us
And we are unshaven and hairy,
In return, we give them warmth,
And we do not leave in trouble.
