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Today we play a fairy tale ...?
Anshe
Today we play a fairy tale,
I want to be a red Peppilotoy,
you barely pobudesh captain,
smahnesh and tear from my freckles.
The store
fairy toys buy a parasol with orange pocket,
and a gun for a witch hunt,
and more albums, brushes, paint ...
And then I'll let Ida,
and carpentry workshop for
prank Forbidden to you, and in his diary misconduct
ispishesh chalk again two pages,
they say, what Ida baggage,
Every day, the dirty tricks and jokes, -
laughing out loud at Nesmeyanov,
faces contorted efficiently.
I blukosoy girl
Malvina will conquer Sindbada- navigator,
and burn the eyes of Carabas, -
flapping eyelashes down when the dispute ...
My Sinbad kidnap me into the sea,
imprisoned in captivity Alcatraz,
not chains - gentle sunrise,
a kind word and a lion's courage ...
We would be in a fairy tale of happiness and secrets,
there to find a sombrero invisibility,
in wonderland there uninvited,
bypassing the treacherous voynushki.
Or on a shelf of toys
behind guards tin
next night come to life in an embrace,
and flee to a country where there is no dawn ...
Today we play a fairy tale,
I want to be a red Peppilotoy,
you barely pobudesh captain,
smahnesh and tear from my freckles.
The store
fairy toys buy a parasol with orange pocket,
and a gun for a witch hunt,
and more albums, brushes, paint ...
And then I'll let Ida,
and carpentry workshop for
prank Forbidden to you, and in his diary misconduct
ispishesh chalk again two pages,
they say, what Ida baggage,
Every day, the dirty tricks and jokes, -
laughing out loud at Nesmeyanov,
faces contorted efficiently.
I blukosoy girl
Malvina will conquer Sindbada- navigator,
and burn the eyes of Carabas, -
flapping eyelashes down when the dispute ...
My Sinbad kidnap me into the sea,
imprisoned in captivity Alcatraz,
not chains - gentle sunrise,
a kind word and a lion's courage ...
We would be in a fairy tale of happiness and secrets,
there to find a sombrero invisibility,
in wonderland there uninvited,
bypassing the treacherous voynushki.
Or on a shelf of toys
behind guards tin
next night come to life in an embrace,
and flee to a country where there is no dawn ...
