Soaking in a different ocean beauty

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Well they guitar to "share" - a whole orchestra turned out.
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[Victor_art]

Čiurlionis - "A Tale of Kings "
Look what is in my hands -
small wonder - the new world !
I brought it from afar ,
where are your palms on - take it.
He was born in the crucible of distant stars,
He was small, helpless and blind.
I'll bear it as a gift -
the most expensive of the Kingdom .
Look, it glows in the night -
gentle, life-giving light .
This light we will give life
the best of your planets.
Light we kindle cap of ice,
air, land, water, revive ,
and on the horizon - rise a star
named after your
Brewed in the kitchen of strong tea ...
I - The King, and something I can:
keep and will defend ,
on you - not saved ...
Are you patronize do not tell
he will - and just do not understand.
From a misunderstanding - burn,
and from neglect - will die.
In zapoloshnoy rush days
may be lost along the way,
and find ... always find a more difficult
After all, you can not find it.
Do you even understand what ?
Or wait for some more words?
Give me your hand - that's my shoulder.
Who said the world - not Love ...

[Ika-Ika]

Sergey Esenin "Autumn"

Sviridov's music

Lina Mkrtchyan sings.

[Grigory]

One guitar for two



One guitar for three


Well ....
a guitar for four

[Кирилл Сызранский]

[Ika-Ika]

Alexander Blok.
"You pass without a smile"
Sviridov's music
Lina Mkrtchyan Sings


You pass without a smile,
 Lowered her eyelashes ,
 And in the darkness of the cathedral
 Golden domes .
 
How your face looks like
 On the evening of the Virgin,
 Lowering the eyelashes ,
 Vanishing in the mist ...
 
But you and I go curly
 A gentle boy in a white cap,
 You lead him by the hand,
 Do not let it fall .
 
I'm standing in the shadow of the portal
 Where the sharp wind is blowing ,
 was covered with tears
 Strained eyes .
 
I want to suddenly come
 And cry out: "The Virgin !
 What is in my black city
 You brought the babe ? "
 
But language is powerless to scream.
 You're going through. behind you
 Above the sacred traces
 Rests blue gloom .
 
And I look , remembering
 Omitted as the eyelashes,
 How's your boy in the white hat
 He smiled at you.
 

October 29, 1905

[Отшельник]

Igor Korneluk - "The City that is not"

[Ika-Ika]

"Ah, a carnival!"

[tivat]

Mireille Mathieu, "No, I do not regret anything"

[komend]

Lithuanian pivitsa Alina Orlova

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