Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Продюсер , by - ВИА ГРА. Song from the album Биология, in the genre Русская поп-музыкаRelease date: 31.12.2002
Record label: Первое музыкальное
Song language: Russian language
Продюсер(original) |
| Это история вымышленная и ничего общего |
| с реальностью не имеет… |
| Мы с ним |
| Не о том мечтали |
| Может быть |
| Это было странно |
| Это был открытый Космос |
| С парадом планет |
| Это было главным |
| У меня прекрасный голос, |
| А у него нет |
| Он учил меня, а сам не умеет |
| Он как — будто всех на свете умнее |
| Он считает, что живу я не так, не то пою |
| Но он был продюсер, а я его музой |
| Наверное все-таки была |
| И что не сложилось |
| Забыла простила |
| Чего бы другому не смогла |
| Мы с ним |
| Не о том мечтали |
| Может быть |
| Это была сказкой |
| И однажды стало былью |
| Обычной вполне |
| Это было сладко |
| У меня раскрылись крылья, |
| А у него нет |
| Он учил меня, а сам не умеет |
| Он когда-нибудь еще пожалеет |
| Я когда-нибудь уйду от него и разлюблю |
| Но он был продюсер, а я его музой |
| Наверное все-таки была |
| И что не сложилось |
| Забыла простила |
| Чего бы другому не смогла |
| Но он был продюсер, а я его музой |
| Наверное все-таки была |
| И что не сложилось |
| Забыла простила |
| Чего бы другому не смогла |
| На на на на на на |
| На на на на на на |
| На на на на на на на на на |
| На на на на на на |
| На на на на на на |
| На на на на на на на на на |
| Но он был продюсер, а я его музой |
| Наверное все-таки была |
| И что не сложилось |
| Забыла простила |
| Чего бы другому не смогла |
| (translation) |
| This is a fictional story and nothing in common |
| has nothing to do with reality... |
| We had |
| Didn't dream about it |
| May be |
| It was strange |
| It was open space |
| With a parade of planets |
| This was the main |
| I have a beautiful voice |
| And he doesn't have |
| He taught me, but he doesn't know how |
| It's like he's smarter than everyone in the world |
| He believes that I live in a wrong way, I sing wrong |
| But he was a producer, and I was his muse |
| Probably still was |
| And what didn't work out |
| I forgot I forgave |
| What else could not |
| We had |
| Didn't dream about it |
| May be |
| It was a fairy tale |
| And one day it became a reality |
| Normal quite |
| It was sweet |
| I opened my wings |
| And he doesn't have |
| He taught me, but he doesn't know how |
| Will he ever regret |
| I will someday leave him and fall out of love |
| But he was a producer, and I was his muse |
| Probably still was |
| And what didn't work out |
| I forgot I forgave |
| What else could not |
| But he was a producer, and I was his muse |
| Probably still was |
| And what didn't work out |
| I forgot I forgave |
| What else could not |
| On on on on on on |
| On on on on on on |
| On on on on on on on on on |
| On on on on on on |
| On on on on on on |
| On on on on on on on on on |
| But he was a producer, and I was his muse |
| Probably still was |
| And what didn't work out |
| I forgot I forgave |
| What else could not |