Boney M...Распутин....Бобби Фаррелл....
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Папиросов Вежливый
30-12-2010 23:12 (ссылка)
А ведь в те годы...., в новогоднюю ночь.........., мы ждали...,ближе к утру...нового года...., выступления Boney M.....на наших голубых экранах...
Re: Boney M...Распутин....Бобби Фаррелл....
А ведь в те годы...., в новогоднюю ночь.........., мы ждали...,ближе к утру...нового года...., выступления Boney M.....на наших голубых экранах... Комментарии запрещены
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Елена Москвина
31-12-2010 00:14 (ссылка)
Мы ьуквально два дня назад отплясывали под эти мелодии у камина, провжая старый год...
А вы знали, что у Фарела была нитончайшая талия в мире в своё время? 45см в объёме! У нашей Л.Гурченко в "Карнавальной ночи" 49см.
А вы знали, что у Фарела была нитончайшая талия в мире в своё время? 45см в объёме! У нашей Л.Гурченко в "Карнавальной ночи" 49см.
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Ольга Прозоровская
31-12-2010 05:00 (ссылка)
Очень жаль(((( Уходит наша молодость и её кумиры. Время безжалостно... За то какое оно было красивое, счастливое, разное, благодаря и Бобби Фаррелу - Boni M!
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Марина Трофимюк
01-01-2011 02:58 (ссылка)
Уходит молодость... Но мы остаемся! Жива память! А значит и будет жить Боб Фарелл...
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Папиросов Вежливый
09-01-2011 18:06 (ссылка)
There lived a sertain man
In Russia long ago,
He was big and strongh
And his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him
With terror and with fear,
But to Moskow chicks
He was such a lovely dear.
He could preach the bible like a preache's
Full of ectary and fire,
But he also was a kind of teacher
Women would desire.
Refrain:
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Lover of the russian queen,
There was a cat that really was gone,
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine,
It was a shame how he carried on.
He was a Russian man
And newer mind the tzar,
But the "Kazachok"
He danced really wunderlat.
In all affairs of state
He was the man to please,
He was real great
When he had a girl to sqeeze.
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heart the things he'd done,
She belived he was a hoty pealer
Who would .. her son.
Refrain.
But when his drinking and lasting and hunder to power
Became known to more and more people,
The demands to do snith about this outrangeous man
Became louder and louder...
"This man's just got to do?" -
Declared his enemies
But the ladies legged:
"Don't you try to do it please"
Thogh he was a frute
They just feel in to his arms
Then one night some man
Of higher standing set a trap
"They're not to flame come to visit us"-
They rept demanding
And he volly came.
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Lover of the Russian queen,
They put some poison into his wine
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Lover of the Russian queen,
They didn't quiet, they wanted his head
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead....
Oh, those Russians!
Re: Boney M...Распутин....Бобби Фаррелл....
There lived a sertain manIn Russia long ago,
He was big and strongh
And his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him
With terror and with fear,
But to Moskow chicks
He was such a lovely dear.
He could preach the bible like a preache's
Full of ectary and fire,
But he also was a kind of teacher
Women would desire.
Refrain:
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Lover of the russian queen,
There was a cat that really was gone,
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine,
It was a shame how he carried on.
He was a Russian man
And newer mind the tzar,
But the "Kazachok"
He danced really wunderlat.
In all affairs of state
He was the man to please,
He was real great
When he had a girl to sqeeze.
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heart the things he'd done,
She belived he was a hoty pealer
Who would .. her son.
Refrain.
But when his drinking and lasting and hunder to power
Became known to more and more people,
The demands to do snith about this outrangeous man
Became louder and louder...
"This man's just got to do?" -
Declared his enemies
But the ladies legged:
"Don't you try to do it please"
Thogh he was a frute
They just feel in to his arms
Then one night some man
Of higher standing set a trap
"They're not to flame come to visit us"-
They rept demanding
And he volly came.
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Lover of the Russian queen,
They put some poison into his wine
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Lover of the Russian queen,
They didn't quiet, they wanted his head
Ran, Ran, Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead....
Oh, those Russians!
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