Мой дом был построен в ущелье лесном, -
И людям с улыбкой я отдал свой дом
Как вихрь, быстроногий был конь у меня,
Но, встретив больного, я отдал коня.

Яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-я.
Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ё.

И той же дорогой, в предутренний час,
Пошел я, одетый в парчу и в атлас.
Но вот, по пути повстречавшись с другим,
Я отдал парчу и остался нагим.

Яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-я.
Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ё.

Глубоко в душе я хранил огонек,
Но день не рождался и путь был далек, -
И песнь об огне, убивающем ночь,
Я спел, чтоб усталым в дороге помочь.

Яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-я.
Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ё.

Настала заря долгожданного дня.
Стою - без коня, без плаща, без огня.
На солнце, на лес оглянулся, любя, -
И, все потеряв, - приобрел я себя.

Яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-яй-я.
Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ё.

Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй,
Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй,
Ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ёй-ё.
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Гремит моя музыка 1988, Стихи Шагинян Мариэтта 1906, Фанатская обработка 2025

All we need is money, we spend our time finding
Now, that's all spent, and you cannot understand it. It's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, it's a goldrush.

We have to leave the mansion, and any sense imagine
The brutal of the savages, so nobody can start it. It's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, it's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, it's a... goldrush.

We are like money zombies, and look for all the glitters
How longing makes us lonely, and destiny can hate us. It's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, it's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, It's a... goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush

All we need is money, we spend our time finding
Now, that's all spent, and you cannot understand it. It's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, it's a goldrush.
It's a goldrush, it's a goldrush, it's a... goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush. Goldrush...
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198?-1983

Draw a rumor flashing lights and
Let all whispers die
Sixteen colors, I'm so lonely
Let, let the picture dry

'Cause everybody sees things differently
And everybody says things rationally
So open up your heart, open up your mind
Speak, speak, speak, speak to me let it go
So open up your heart, open up your mind
Speak, speak, speak, speak to me let it go

Suppressed emotions flying past
Are heading out the other end
The precious love, the daily grind
It's wonderful
Elastic wasted, rubber ghost
Are floating past the midnight hour
They push aside the things that matter most
It's wonderful
Trace the faces, x the places
Where the judges lie
I'm not scared of all the nothings
Let, let the whispers die

'Cause everybody sees things differently
(Exciting news at discount price)
And everybody says things rationally
(A million opportunities)
So open up your heart, open up your mind
Speak, speak, speak, speak to me let it go
So open up your heart, open up your mind
Speak, speak, speak, speak to me let it go

I-M-A-G-I-N-E, o-oh
M-O-V-E-M-E-N T, o-oh
I-M-A-G-I-N-E, o-oh
L-e-t u-s b-e f-e-a-r-l-e-s-s

'Cause everybody sees things differently
(Exciting news at discount price)
And everybody says things rationally
(A million opportunities)
So open up your heart, open up your mind
Speak, speak, speak, speak to me let it go
So open up your heart, open up your mind
Speak, speak, speak, speak to me let it go
(Wonderful)