Сергей Никитин, Юрий Левитанский — тексты песен

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Meredith Willson

• Till There Was You
  

  
  Marian:
  There were bells on the hill
  But I never heard them ringing,
  No, I never heard them at all
  Till there was you.
  
  There were birds in the sky
  But I never saw them winging
  No, I never saw them...

Aceyalone and Abstract Rude

• Treble and Bass
  

  It goes one for the treble, two for the bass Brace, Brace In your face I said one for the treble, two for the bass Brace, Brace In your face I said one for the treble, two for the bass huh huh, huh I said, I said, I said one for the treble,...

Between Home And Serenity

• Almost Only Counts
  

  
  While slipping slowly down
  I think unto myself,
  where could this be leading (where could this go)
  Our voices, Are singing,
  This new song and creating forever.

T.I. f Mack 10, Trick Daddy, Twista

• Rubber Band Man (Remix)
  

  [Intro - T.I.] Is that T.I. over there? is that him? Is that you? Rubber Band Man Boyyyyyy..... is that T.I.? Whoooo..

Сергей Никитин, Юрий Левитанский

• Диалог у новогодней елки
  

  Стихи Ю.Левитанского,
  
  Музыка С.Никитина
  
  
  
  [Авторская тональность - Cm]
  
  
  
  Hm7-5 E7 Am
  
  - Что происходит на св...

biomechanical

• Absolution
  

  
  Within the endless darkness of the abyss
  I can sense all
  The bretahing of unknown entities
  Crawling through the walls
  They seek fear to feed me
  
  Beyond the endless darkness of the abyss
  I can feel all

Cam`Ron f Jimmy Jones

• Come Home With Me
  

  * send corrections to the typist (Chorus 5x) Bring `em Dead or Alive Ah-oh no, bring `em Dead or Alive (Cam`Ron talking over the chorus) Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky..

Terror Squad f Buju Banton

• Rudeboy Salute
  

  [ Buju Banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat`s wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey (what about Pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Terror Squad leader, come down..

Павел Матвейко

• Анахорет
  

  Стихи Давида Самойлова
  
  Музыка Павла Матвейко
  
  
  
  В его каморке запах книжной пыли,
  
  И окна здесь давным-давно не мыли.
  
  Не любит он уборки. Пусть лежит
  
  всё, как лежало.