| Thanks again Edgar. Andrei Makarevich and Maxim Leonidov sing a song by Mark Freidkin A TINY SCAR Should some trivial particulars be connived, There are grounds to put on airs for my buddy: An exquisite, graceful step and a cultured language, And a fascinating scar on her left buttock. Once I take a gander of it, I go off my head, Full of joy, my heart begins to tremble, It's a pity you're unable to see it yourself, Though it seems to be as near as an elbow. Refrain: I am stuck like a bee in molasses, And there's no way for me to get out. A tiny scar on your rounded ass is A laceration on my heart. - You are stuck like a bee in molasses! And there's no way for me to get out. - A tiny scar on a beloved ass is A laceration on my heart. I'd have withered like a buttercup amid daily troubles, Been exhausted by my lot, like a Russian hound, If I had not spent so many unforgettable hours, Contemplating and perceiving this tiny scarring. Although, maybe, in a fidgety brain of mine, The conception of the whole would be simpler without it, Since, by now, I feel unable to make up my mind, If it's prettier by sight or to the touch. Refrain - You are stuck like a bee in molasses! And there's no way for me to get out. -A tiny scar on a beloved ass is A laceration on my heart. I am stuck like a bee in molasses. - Da, Da, Da, and there's no way for you to get out. A tiny scar on a beloved ass is - A laceration on your heart. Be it possible to start life de novo again, Be it possible to ... |
