Куда Уходит Детство

Алла Пугачева-Этот мир

Последняя Поэма - из к/ф "Вам и не снилось" (The Last Poem)

How strange it is to recognize yourself
A boy in the body of an elderly man
Open-minded, loving the whole wide world
Ready to help anyone
How strange it is to lose yourself
To discover the melancholy and anger within
Without loving the crazy world of people
To one day lose the road
The road to light, happiness, kindness
To hope, peace, and tranquility
When hostility washes away the laughter of children
The structure of the earth loses its meaning
How painful it is to see this cruel world
How terrible it is to feel loss
It is bitter for me to witness the bloody feast
I no longer believe in anything
I no longer believe in anything and anyone

/Autor Viktoras Melechinas/

Strange (My Voice)

Этот мир придуман не нами. (А.Пугачева, 1980г.)/ This world is not invented by us (Alla Pugacheva)

08.Муслим Магомаев – Королева Красоты

Весёлые ребята. - Не было печали, просто уходило лето

На Тихорецкую

Ирония судьбы. Никого не будет в доме

Ирония судьбы. Я спросил у ясеня

Анна Герман - Надежда-мой компас земной

Ирония судьбы. Никого не будет в доме

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