ПРОМТОМУЗЫКИ ТРЕДВ этом итт треде мы переводим музыку в промте:Русский-АнглийскийАнглийский-РусскийДругие языки - английскийIn night wind has raised a howl and the heavy rain wasAt a door have knocked - I have right there opened!And there, on the street there was a monk who has got wetAnd all shivered and I have let in him.I have seated him at the table and he was silentTo him I have given some tea, but again someone has knockedThe same monk stood behind a doorAnd on me he has raised eyes:"For the night shelter - I have gone astray".
The woods and settlements sleepHeaven and doubtsBut shine will collapse downWill become your destiny
Вы начинаете разговор Выне может даже закончиться.Вы говорите' много,но Вы не говорите'что-либо.Не заставил ничего говорить? Мойгубы запечатаны.Скажите что-то однажды,почему повторяют его?
We didn't know each other till this summerWe dangled all over the world - the earth and waterAnd absolutely incidentally we have bought ticketsOn the next chairs at big height
Хорошо! Обострите соединениеПолучите давлениеУ Вас было время, чтобы покоитьсяКоторый заканчиваетсяИ мы начинаем сноваНазад семьеГарантируемая чрезвычайная ситуацияУ радикального MC Х.П есть мелодия
ы уезжаем вместе,Но тем не менее это прощальноеИ возможно мы возвратимся,К земле, кто может сказать?Я предполагаю, что нет никого, чтобы обвинить,Мы покидаем землю (покидающий землю)Вещами когда-либо будет то же самое снова?
ы говорим далекоЯ не знаю чтоЯ должен сказать, что скажу это так или иначеСегодняшний другой день, чтобы найти ВасУклонениеЯ буду приезжать из Вашей любви, хорошо?Возьмите меня, наймите меняЯ уйдуЗа день или два
When you spray someone the Sea, unless you don't give it?In my topFish and the sun which establishI want to take himBright lack of proximityMagic to overturn and come outI see him on the prepared decreaseThe sky which has broken upOn a roof of ruinsFrom cotton wool to arrive inI surround whisperOn the gray earthFrom the shown HikariI carry a roarWe are bouquetsWing which was pulledWordsWithout breath to be restored to lifeI am absent-minded perfectlySea birdIn the middle of wax tensionLiar's starBlinkingWhen I conduct him, I nominate himI row the vesselMidnight seaWith a sea breeze of reverberationIn the sparkling worldI bury cheeksFrom voices to crowdI tie a hand and I evade from a needle rainIn excellent representation decreaseFrom the falling changeHeat waves and gameI dance over timeOn a roof of ruinsFrom cotton wool to arrive inI surround whisperOn the gray earthFrom the shown HikariI carry a roarWe are bouquetsWhen you spray someone the Sea, unless you don't give it?On our ceiling
Священник пить кровь, как она течет из алтаряСвященник пить кровь, как она течет в могилуТело Христово, он там перед вамиТело Христово, он здесь для васИз глубин ада вони nazivayut Ваше имяВонь потерял свой путь, и расширить сами виноватыВонять не знаю, что-то воньВонь чувствовать что-то EE любовь к ним никогда не istinnimхвалаво сне вчераПросто петь песню любви и радостисердцеГоворите мягко, господин мой, только лавашГоворите мягко, сэр, не бить тебя воняет здесь Цей путьЯ знаю, что это трудно сказать до свиданияИногда некоторые из вас должен умеретьхвалаво сне вчераПросто петь песню любви и радостисердце
>>140852041Не, не - не надо рус-анг-рус перевод.
White snow, gray ice,On the cracked earth.Blanket scrappy on her -The city in a road loop.And over the city clouds float,Closing heavenly light.And over the city - yellow smoke,To the city two thousand years,Lived under Star lightBy the name of the Sun...
Treatment by shit, treatment by shit.Treatment by shit! Treatment by shit!Chorus:Treatment by shit,Treatment by shit,Treatment by shit!Treatment by shit!Treatment by shit, treatment by shit.Treatment by shit! Treatment by shit!Treatment by shit !!
We were grown up denno,We are pea grains.We were gathered now,It is possible to take and it is possible to eat.But know and remember,We are children not conceited persons.We are raised and us dryNot for this purpose only to eat.We are grown up by changesFor this purpose, to beat about a wall.You were scalded in soup,Have eaten you - now you are corpses.Who has told what is uselessTo be up against a blank wall?Crack - on a forehead of an eye have got,The forehead becomes kremenny.
The gray haze exudes through the gaping cracks. The bus 410 closes doors. If you have got here, you are guilty. Keep more strong — our bus goes to hell. In the cluttered-up apartment in private From imidzhborda spent empty evenings. Bitard, hikikomor, anonymous, anonymous author... For death not important - фейл you or wines. At this time on other side of glass Days, weeks, moments and years flew by. Zafeylenny life was replaced by the Internet. Threads, pro*bana all geta are rubbed
>>140852126
The spring has again come also heat raysTrustfully look in my windowAgain will jam a breast and the grief will get into soulOn memory will go with meWill go, will stir and together will sinWith that girl that so long ago lovedWith that girl has left, with that girl has comeTo forget her there won't be enough forces
Your leaving doesn't accept reason, don't treat this fact of year.And if your time flies forward, then mine costs always.And I won't begin to deny what years approximately so "to dtsat" I don't allow you to run away.At the moments of the past I look, I bring to perfection, I take them!Late Adele! You made the choice, and I.I will stop hours at twelve in the afternoon and time will be directed again by me back.There is no future! But the past quite for me.You will remain such as before, me to the ignoramus will be what to correct.Overcoming pain of loss I wait for return back.Trying it is vain to appease ours hostility, that increases a hundred times.Freedom impudent excites, the hostage of time will captivate it, having lost any shame.Plays hands, on a door in the future hangs up a bolt.Late Adele! You made the choice, and I.I will stop hours at twelve in the afternoon and time will be directed again by me back.There is no future! But the past quite for me.You will remain such as before, me to the ignoramus will be what to correct.Late Adele! You made the choice, and I.I will stop hours at twelve in the afternoon and time will be directed again by me back.There is no future! But the past quite for me.You will remain such as before, me to the ignoramus will be what to correct.Late Adele!
he radio-gramophone costs on a table I look at a shadow on a wall the shadow to me has turned a back the shadow doesn't dance with me any more some violins somewhere have stuck into someone's narrow shoulders this music will be eternal if I replace batteries this music will be will be eternal if I replace batteries
In total not that, all not so, You are my friend, I am your enemy, As so all at us with you. There was an April, and in love We swore, but, alas The yellow leaf flew by On boulevards of Moscow. The third of September, day of farewell, Day when fires of mountain ashes burn, As fires burn promises In day when I am absolutely alone. I will turn a calendar And again the third of September, I yours will look at a photo And again the third of September. But why, but why It was necessary to leave nevertheless to us, We had everything seriously On the second of September. But why, but why It was necessary to leave nevertheless to us, We had everything seriously On the second of September. Cranes white wedge, Your daughter and my son, All want warmth and caress. We in love, as in playing, On cold wind Played with you, But came by itself... The third of September, day of farewell, Day when fires of mountain ashes burn, As fires burn promises In day when I am absolutely alone. I will turn a calendar And again the third of September, I yours will look at a photo And again the third of September. But why, but why It was necessary to leave nevertheless to us, We had everything seriously On the second of September. But why, but why It was necessary to leave nevertheless to us, We had everything seriously On the second of September. I will turn a calendar And again the third of September, I yours will look at a photo And again the third of September. But why, but why It was necessary to leave nevertheless to us, We had everything seriously On the second of September. But why, but why It was necessary to leave nevertheless to us, We had everything seriously On the second of September.
overgrown parkIf the old housebox scoreAnd darkness reignsAlways thereTo say that I was trying toMonster is not on the groundBut then cameTerrible voice in the fogVoice in the DarkIt pains me to see white lightI'd rather be in the darkI have many many yearsI dream only about the foodI locked up too closeAnd I dream aboutGreater freedom gainGnaw their dilapidated old houseCursed old houseHe was a dead grandfatherBlind and furiousNobody thought about itWith the winter coldNeighbors did notThen he was buriedJust boardWe decided to board up the doors and windowsIt pains me to see white lightI'd rather be in the darkI have many many yearsI dream only about the foodI locked up too closeAnd I dream aboutGreater freedom gainGnaw their dilapidated old houseCursed old houseAnd this place partySkip villagersAnd superstitious repeatThere's ghosts live.
I just went to the barbecue, our slut invited.Vodyary pёr box, like a bull, well, finally bubble drank.At first everything was nishtyak, all at once stripped to his underpants.Girlfriend on, holding a glass, and then we had the songs raspelis.Nai-na-na-na-nai-nai-na-na-na, nai-na-na-na-nai-nai-na-na-na.He poured, I put bubble, wanted to hug his girlfriend,In response, I hugged a vampire, there was a wild howl in the district.A vampire barbecue seized, blood dripping from fangs reptile.And once I finished my bubble. Fucking I come, it is necessary to break.Once went to a booze, puts fucking glasses.Puts fucking glasses, we drink the blood of Satan.He ran the road through the woods, towards the little zombies rod.One has got stoned, I punched in the stake fucked.Woke up in the morning trezvyake, cop read my report:"I was detained in one sock, was in the hands of an aspen stake".Was detained in the buff, b seen right now, you moron.Grabs passers, filthy, garbage on our power burodil.Feet pussy addicts, they found hashish in his pocket,And what the fuck, screaming "vampire" on mentovke floor in the toilet.Short with us, brother, do not argue, you get fifteen dawns.And finally something you dashing, but not right in the head!If you are not able to drink, you can drink the soul.To "protein" does not grab brother learn to drink!If not a hangover, then you will come kabzdets.Once went to a booze, Slash last cucumber!
>>140852600проклятый старый дооом
