Твое Разбитое Пенсне

Стихи и музыка: А. Васильев

Твое разбитое пенсне
Полощет глаз в стальной оправе
Живая ткань льняных волос
Играет с ветром, но без правил,

Вишневый плод запретных губ
Не перезреет, не сгниет,
Ты словно излучаешь свет,
Я напишу с тебя портрет,
И сдам рублей за 800

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