Леонид Тугузов - Songwriter in Иркутск, Russia
Rendezvous with Baikal Music Leonid Tuguzov Poems Ella Gerasimenko I'll go out of the bustling city, From captivity run away worries. So far, my Irkutsk, and see you soon! I'll come when I can. I'm sorry, but for the distant hills Slice of heaven among the rocks His purity crystal Calling me, beckons Baikal! Is not seen a lot, you never know, But I was bored without you. Lips whisper tired - Meet the tramp, Baikal! From different latitudes return, Who has been here at least an hour. Travelers are appointed, And I bowed repeatedly The sunset crimson And the mountains reflected in the water. Baykal, I will leave, but the new Rendezvous appoint you!
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Old friend Poetry - Yevgeny Yevtushenko (made with Spreaker) I dream of an old friend, scream at the walls of confession on the this stairs, where hell will break a leg, and his hatred, but not to me, but to those who were our enemies and will thank God. I dream of an old friend, like a first love, that ever already irreparable. We put at risk, we put on a fight, and we are now enemies - two former brothers. I dream of an old friend, a dream splash banners soldiers that the war We finished poorly. I am without it - I do not, he without me - not for him, and if we are enemies, It is not the same era. I dream of an old friend. He, like me, you fool. Who is right and who is wrong, I will not find out. What new friends? Better an old enemy. The enemy may be new, a friend - he's just an old ...
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I was once a party of Russian folk choir. And I remembered from the repertoire and sang a very beautiful song ... On the mountain on the hill Russian folk song On the mountain on the hill no noise noisy not thunder - Fast river overflowed Oh yes with the mountains are not gray - Combustible black rock fall bitter grief came over Oh yes do not come dear dear friend from the war home how much evil fate befall Oh yes it violent wind white curls combed so yes scarlet blood of the earth drunk Oh, how did the girl is now one in the world to live so Tell me you, good people
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Leonid Tuguzov - Andrei Voznesensky - In the Poplars (made with Spreaker) These meetings are in a hurry, the hurried whisper, this Wind in the Poplars - Flakes bedrooms poplar! hurry up late the last crowded flight Hurry adore! Hurry, hurry! hurry up late to exact science nonsense, Take the time to love these speeches, these hands. Hurry up late, still alive - too late. Hurry kick in the ass pressing your choice ... Lord, give late to set daily, everything whose essence is not you! ..
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Lyrics - Joseph Brodsky How long have I trample, can be seen on the heel. Cobweb is also not remove your finger from the brow. So nice and in a loud doodle, that sounds like yesterday. But a black thought did not really secure, both on the forehead obliquely fallen strand. It is no longer a dream is nothing less than to be less likely to come true, do not litter time. Beggar quarter in the window eyesore, so that, in turn, Remember tenant in the face, and not how he believes the opposite. And across the room like a shaman circling, I wind, like a ball, over its emptiness that the soul knew something that God knows.
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The brackets used line poem Brodsky - Clouds Do not swim across Lake Baikal, Do not soar Everest And on Youtub with Psy not compete. In the world there are many A good places But to them you, alas, does not force one's way You're not exactly the most-most Under these skies. (It is from you I learned Believe not in numbers - In pure rejection of innocence Weights and measures In favor of chimeras And beauty.) And your little songs, What hears Internet deaf ethereal world and broadcast in Russia. Because - Curiosities, Money and cronyism there, And change all that you can not, You're not exactly the most-most Under these skies. What awaits you -All you know, But the head lifts up, Seeking the eyes Make way for the skies.
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Just a very long time wanted to sing in French. I, of course, very far from Cesare Siepi or Samuel Ramey, but I hope that the proposed execution will not be so much a failure ...
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That's how I hear the word "holiday" So I remember the toilet bowl. Cheerful, dear friend - prankish I held you in no time! I am in the morning, a little drunk, The other day, after drinking surpluses His, darling, hug, And he will not let me in trouble! Here it's worth it! Grimaces evil fate! Sometimes, oh! Sometimes, howl My gut! And even cry! Even cry, even laugh - all empty! And trembling at the knees not stop ... At confession before thee I have nothing to hide! My dear - you are my brother by blood! I do not blaspheme, alas! Really do not have decent share You than to smooth angles, That we do Ourselves and the enemy. And again on the morning of dying ... Enough, enough! This is nonsense! What I am now, brother! Let me sing the ode You, you, my noisy Do not let me die now!
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Floats in inexplicable anguish among brick hurt therewith; night boat unquenchable from the Alexander Garden. Night flashlight unsociable, the rose-like yellow, over the head of their favorite, passers feet. Floats in inexplicable anguish Midnight Choir somnambulist, drunkards. In the capital the night photo sadly did a foreigner and leaves on Ordynka taxi riders with patients, and the dead are in an embrace with mansions. Floats in inexplicable anguish singer sad for the capital, standing at the shop kerosene sad janitor chubby, hurry on a nondescript street lover of old and beautiful, midnight train newlywed swimming in anguish inexplicable. Floats in anguish Zamoskvoretskaya floats in a casual misfortune, wanders reprimanded Jewish on a yellow staircase sad, and from love to cheerless, the New Year, a Sunday, swimming beauty notebook, his anguish without explaining. Floating in the eyes of the cold night, shaking snowflakes on a car, frosty wind, wind, pale, obtyanet red palm, and pouring honey night lights and smells sweet halva, Night cake carries Eve over his head. Your New Year on a dark blue amid a wave of the sea City swimming in anguish inexplicable, as if life will start again, It seemed to be light and glory, good day, and plenty of bread, as if life will swing to the right, swaying left.
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Song fire-warden Beatty (451 ° F by R. Bradbury) Every firefighter wants to know Where reborn the Phoenix, To burned with it completely again Book... read moreman, rich man, schizophrenic. Any book burning as fast bird fly, But she does not rise again. Music-playing flames, burning like torch Like very nice cleaning song. Burn it! Fire cleanses from filth, Actions and feelings, unnecessary thoughts. Wait for the fire, apostates of faith! Wait for the fire, apostates of faith! Wait for the fire, apostates of faith! After all, your knowledge of fire - nonsense! I am conductor of this terrible symphony, The ashes in notes, Phoenix will stay. We will rush again under the semaphores, Exact place prompt the omniscient telex. Ash and the song - products of combustion, Soul matters remain in the ashes. Well, the soul is not an easy matter, As they say, it is expressed in the song. Every firefighter wants to know Where reborn the Phoenix, Where and when is reborn a new tribe of the Fire Worshippers.
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Watches and phone in their innermost essence - and the plot, and background for modern drama. The Stadium. Duel. Two parties in the duet. Silent Conversation. Unequal match. And the phone is silent - what to do, I'm sorry! A pendulum knocks - Well, you do not call! The sound of silence truly sinister to a third party, sitting opposite. And the phone is silent - all day the same thing. A pendulum knocks - Well what are you, what is! And suddenly rang, and suddenly a blow to the goal - as the sound of the gun, like a shot in a duel. And the one who was killed, Now he comes to life. It still shivering, but the wound heals. It still shakes, his tongue numb, but it is It does not matter. Now he will live. He pulls the arm to the tube, like a drowning swimmer a lifeline. He forgot everything, eccentric, repeats the same thing: - Well, then you got me so! Well, what do you, what is!
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Leonid Tuguzov - Christmas Star - Music by Leonid Tuguzov, lyrics by Joseph Brodsky (made with Sprea The poems of Joseph Brodsky In the cold season, in a place accustomed to the heat quickly, than to cold, to the planar surface more than to the mount, The baby was born in a cave to save the world; the wind was blowing, as in the desert in the winter may blow. He always seemed enormous; the mother's breast, yellow pairs ox nostrils, magi - Balthazar, Caspar, Melchior; their gifts brought here. He was only a point of departure. And the point was the star. Carefully, without blinking, through the scattered clouds, in the child lying in the manger from afar, the depth of the universe from the other end thereof, Star gazing into the cave. And it was the sight of the Father
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Leonid Tuguzov - Alexey Livinsky - Crane jamb (made with Spreaker) 1. The dark sky. Bent wood from breakthrough of cold winds. Hats pulled down stacks ashen abandoned meadow. And over the sloping field, screaming and sobbing hysterically, Cranes flies cant sad south. Chorus And while cranes still here,and not leave these forests, Not disappeared behind the edge of the marshes, beyond the edge of the earth, I call cranes, I ask, I pray heaven. I shout: - took me with him, cranes! 2. Again, I do not understand where i tried to escape. I disappeared in search of happiness, success, profit, freebies and wonder. That, God knows where, what did not lose, find, And who knows when to go back, I do not know how and where. Chorus 3. That in the cold hut, I wake up from a rustle of rats in the corners, In the middle of September impenetrable moonless nights, Making their way to freedom in the darkness of the creaky floors, Under rumbling snores through the stench of half-drunk bums. Chorus 4. I ran away, I was gone, pushing for the duration of the case. And now, lost to distant mountains and fields, Losing himself, in disguise, without mind, without angle On a cold autumn grazing marsh cranes. Chorus
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Leonid Tuguzov - Anthem Irkutsk (draft) - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Anna Aseeva (made with Where the sun caresses the Siberian Baikal Where so wonderful that it seems: everything - mirages Between the marvelous fields and ceremonial rocks Lacy napkin is my city. Chorus: descendants of the Decembrists, we - the faithful children of the city,                We carry in his hands his heart through the years and the wind.                Hail, city, business, people, prosperity of the arts,                To become an exclamation mark on the map of Irkutsk! Here the history of the progress of a number of steps. There Vampilovsky genius goes to Breakthrough. And the great Trans-Siberian Railway, and Irkutsk HPP It reflects steel water Angara. Chorus. Here, every blade of grass and bird law Seeing my town in the evening zenith And a silver spoon in a cup of trams In the morning, a bowl area invitingly rings.
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Leonid Tuguzov - Symphony of Silence (made with Spreaker) The orchestra thoughts and feelings not strong. And the disharmony reigns in the sound. It hears a premonition of trouble. My destiny - Symphony of Silence. Fire guitar strings have long decayed. Spring has dried up the violin murmur. Piano has not overcome sad barren tears. One sound - Symphony of Silence. My soul is not crying cello strings. Not trumpet roar anthem gala Only the lonely beating in the wind Anguish and pain Symphony of Silence. When come to me this tragic end And will call me at edge of sadness One holy mystery of eternity Will - Symphony of Silence Symphony of Silence Symphony of Silence…
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Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss, Beauty? Your gaze, divine and infernal, Pours out confusedly benevolence and crime, And one may for that, compare you to wine. You contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn; You scatter perfumes like a stormy night; Your kisses are a philtre, your mouth an amphora, Which make the hero weak and the child courageous. Do you come from the stars or rise from the black pit? Destiny, bewitched, follows your skirts like a dog; You sow at random joy and disaster, And you govern all things but answer for nothing. You walk upon corpses which you mock, O Beauty! Of your jewels Horror is not the least charming, And Murder, among your dearest trinkets, Dances amorously upon your proud belly. The dazzled moth flies toward you, O candle! Crepitates, flames and says: "Blessed be this flambeau!" The panting lover bending o'er his fair one Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb, Whether you come from heaven or from hell, who cares, O Beauty! Huge, fearful, ingenuous monster! If your regard, your smile, your foot, open for me An Infinite I love but have not ever known? From God or Satan, who cares? Angel or Siren, Who cares, if you make, — fay with the velvet eyes, Rhythm, perfume, glimmer; my one and only queen! The world less hideous, the minutes less leaden?
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Something happened Something happened, we all leave. The old friendship like leaves fell off. ... Something plate for a long time do not fly. Snow people have gone missing. And it flew over us, flying. But we circled the snow, circling. Good fairies hovered over us. Good angels with us friends. Chorus Snow people, well, you, well, where are you, on the white tender virgin! Give me your hands, open arms, about my poor brothers and sisters! Good angels, what you can not see? The good fairy, I miss you! Still, it's terribly disappointing - to know that one of you does not fly. ... Ray green star at dawn. Red Planet night lights. How can I without you alone in the world, inaccessible to me Martians! Chorus Something happened, we all leave. The old friendship like leaves fell off. ... Something plate for a long time do not fly. Snow people have gone missing. Good angels, what you can not see? The good fairy, I miss you! Still, it's terribly disappointing - to know that one of you does not fly. Chorus
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Once upon a time, long ago And I was young. I drank wine fun On a black weekend. Chorus Cool, cool your movie, Hilarious wine. Once upon a time, long ago - No other way! Once upon a time, long ago And I was a trotter. I drank wine, scarlet With the Jew and Rusak. Chorus Once upon a time, long ago He carried me Madame On Mondays wine With brine half. Chorus Long over wine, He became the brine water. Once upon a time, long ago My favorite was the old woman ... Chorus
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That's why I was tormented rustle of grass, What grass will turn yellow and rose fade, What's your precious body, alas, Wildflowers and clay will be. Even the memory of us disappear ... And then Come to life under the skilful fingers clay And for the first time pour spring water In gold, wide neck jar. And others, perhaps, embrace other At sunset, at the appointed hour, the well ... And with naked shoulder road dust Slips and ringing, broken into pieces.
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The music of the songs on poems by Russian poet Mikhail Kuzmin (1915) was written by my friend, a professional composer Anatoly Teplyakov, I just sang. With his consent, I'm very pleased to offer to listen to this song. Away sings horn Sparkle motif So strange and noxious My dreams awakening. And somehow destroy laziness Artless network: Walking to drink but to listen, In your eyes look. And you know very well because, What does it all - nothing, Yes indecent waltz Do not drive off in any way. And bitter and joy Annoying horn ... With a handful of hail, He burned my heart. Shacks hangover ... Do you think it is about what? Some fun He sings "TRO-TO-TO." Sings, sings, sighs, Fake, barely breathing. About that sings not knows ... Do not know and you, soul!
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I was waiting for a bus in the city of Irkutsk,      drinking water, walled in the tap,      I swallowed the greenish snacks      in the night in the airfield restaurant.      I woke up by the noise of aircraft      hum and dance to the waltz from the radio,      I then rolled the aerodrome      and sadly it broke away from the earth.      And that was flying above the cloud satin,      themselves, as before, feeling homeless,      repeated, hanging over the abyss beautiful:      the whole thing alone bottomless.      Do not insist on life      of suffering from the bitter stubbornness.      Exile as calcitonin homeland,      as a dead end adjacent space.
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Carriage song Lyrics - Bakhyt Kenzheev The life I have spent in the pleasure, I have lived a century without much hardship, devoured a hundred pounds of food, one hundred pounds of food a year. There was always spoiled girls and used to happiness puffed, surrounded them with fresh faces and other parts of their bodies. I class it showed a natural, I brought him a beer in the tub, posh restaurants ordering brandy and salad. - 2 I share with you the bitter fate, I'm older and heart softened, many years had passed since I I fatten like a hamster home. Loved but verbal creativity, and soul to rest when this song, sad song I execute for you, gentlemen. In your life so much beauty, let it sparkles like a diamond - reward the bard accident too heavy for his talent. - 2
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The second Christmas on the shore ice-Pontus. Kings Star over the fence of the port. And I can not say that I can not live without you - as I live. As seen from the paper. I exist; swallow the beer, I get dirty and foliage trample the grass. Now, in a coffee shop, from which we, as well as temporarily stuck lucky soundless explosion were dumped in the future, under the onslaught of winter fled to the south, I have fingers to Church your face on the marble for the poor; distance nymphs jump on hips raised his brocade. What the gods - if the brown spot box symbolizes you, gods - You wanted to give us in the end? The future has arrived, and it portable; falling objects, violinist leaves, music does not last, and the sea all wrinkly, and face. But there is no wind. Someday it and not - alas - we will overflow grille for walking and move under the cries of "do not need" uplifting ridges above his head, where you drink your wine, slept in the garden, dried blouse - smashing tables, coming mollusk preparing the bottom.
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SNOOKER All billiards popular and well But snooker best of all. In England created clever game With the progress in the world. Joe Davis - first world champion Brother Fred and also Steve. So many greatest players now Much more than snooker balls. Selby, Allen, Trump, Robertson, McGill, Hawkins, Murphy, Walden, Fu, And O'Sullivan! Higgins, Perry, Ding, Carter, Milkins, Day, Williams, Davis, Stevens, Selt, And O'Sullivan! In Crucible Teatre each year Held the main event. What a great pleasure has to watch The game and players there. Brilliant technique possession blows Available here for all. But only high intelligence Always brings success! Zhang, Maguire, Hull, Bingham, Carryngton, Maflin, Steadman, Jones, Dott, And O'Sullivan! Gould, Lisowski, Dale, Hendry, Wollaston, Ford, McManus, Drago, White, And O'Sullivan!
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translation from Russian Bad luck My friend, it is time to bad luck, trash, bad luck, behind the curtains fustian - empty. Would battle the evil genius would Vesuvius - No Vaseline bad luck, trash, bad luck. It can be seen, the era of black humor, gray echo. Do not take offense. And do not think about it. Pressure from laughing. Stadiums ruins rush destroy false starts - do not expect the same year on all fours, statue of himself. Walks around the house, my bad luck, disheveled on the wall. Well fly would, perhaps, on the broom, eyes wide! Who hurt you, bad luck, you're from humble, corners and throwing human family, became the world? That for such devastation in the heart, punishing the people? I will not leave you bad luck. In people stopping here. Suddenly, I see how beautiful you are! As you looked, hair tying a rubber band instead of medicine ... How good among the wealthy! Only there closely. How good people unlucky quiet song!
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translation from Russian - Alexei Tkachenko-Gastev The Giraffe Today I can see that your features are strikingly sad, Your arms on your knees are as thin as dandelion stalks. But listen, in far-away lands that surround lake Chad A graceful giraffe softly walks. A slender and delicate beauty he rightfully owns, And magical ornaments run through the flanks of his hide, That only the moon can compare to, when coolly it dawns And bounces and swings on the surface of lakes open wide. His colors resemble the sails of a distant frigate, And smoothly he runs, like a cheerful bird in its flight. At sunset he stands by a grotto’s marmoreal gate And marvelous visions replenish the world in his sight. Mysterious lands have possessed me in legend and song: There was a black maiden that ravished the heart of a king. But you have been breathing this nebulous air for too long, Apart from its moisture you dare not believe in a thing. And how will I tell you of gardens in emeralds clad, Of towering palm-tress and smells of unthinkable weeds? You’ve started to cry now. But listen, in far-away Chad An exquisite-looking giraffe to his grotto proceeds. (Finest giraffe to his grotto proceeds.- sung this line)
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The Letter (translated from Russian) 1. If you only knew how I'm lonely, Your image is still in my heart, If you know how it is cruel, Strike while we were together. Long forgotten hugs and affection, Heat kisses and trembling souls. In the chest is no fire burning passion From the sea of love only remaining similarity puddles. Chorus: Do not try to go back in time, Do not try to play with fate. This is not good, All behind between you and me. Do not try to go back in time, Let everything will remain as it is. All know, is the will of God, Goodbye and sorry for the sad news. 2. In return our love is no longer sense, Do not make attempts in vain this way. Do not glue the crystal that crashed before the deadline, That our love will not reverse back. Grudges do not hold all have experienced, Rock of love turned into sand. And yet my heart is not closed It a new meeting with the other will break the germ.
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This great song by Cohen needs no introduction and is sung in any language!
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Leonid Tuguzov - Remembering - Remake Of A Song “Don't Try” (in Russian)
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I just keep trying again to see the people I loved You have no idea how this how important this for me If someone strikes out all Someone on all of his life, You also strikes out of his life Time once lived a tender love Don't try to do it again. Don't try to do it It is a very hard game You win a dummy Don't try to return past time Don't try to return It will disturb your bad mind And all in vain If I knew when saw you last, it's the last time I would try try to remember your face, your gait and all that is yours I And if I knew when I was The such last time I kissed you, What it – it was the last time, I would have I never stopped.
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Sergey Yesenin's verses Pete shepherdess It's hard to live in the world: fine a switch Manage cattle. If a cow Understand the words, That life was to Pete It is better not to light. But cows in downhill On the grass in the forest Speaking in Russian - Know nothing about They would only mumble Yes grass swayed. It's hard to live in the world Pete shepherdess. good spring Think under the pines, Smiling in slumber, About own home. May everything prettier, Ate everything igolchey; On the cow's neck Crying bell. Crying and laughing Flowers and herbs voice is heard Ringing amid the oaks. Pete cowherd Voices are not new, He finds aside, Where are ringing cow. Gather all together, Village drive away, Will not receive blows - Honor is not dropped. well a switch Manage cattle. Night at the coppice Sleep and spit on the month.
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Leonid Tuguzov - Do not Tell - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Andrei Voznesensky
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Leonid Tuguzov - Andrei Voznesensky -Snowdrops
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This demos for 30 years! She planned to sound in theatrical performances, which did not take place ... I partially revived this record. A outswing it all now just can not.
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I love creativity Sting. It is simply unrealistic ultraboundary musician! His song "Fragile" sounds like a prayer! Found several translations songs from English into Russian. And set about trying to sing in Russian, but in its own way, and it was not easy. Well if I did it, I do not know, but still dare to post. And sing me Sting in English means obviously worse.
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Leonid Tuguzov - Gold, Money, Time
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Леонид Tuguzov - Там нет любви между нами - Музыка Леонида Tuguzov, слова Геннадия Смирнова
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Леонид Tuguzov - Печаль моя
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Леонид Tuguzov - Мираж
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Леонид Tuguzov - А.П. Керн - Музыка Леонида Tuguzov. Слова Александра Пушкина
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Леонид Tuguzov - Я не прошу о любви - стихи Георгия Иванова
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Леонид Tuguzov - Что такое счастье
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Леонид Tuguzov - Блюз 7
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Леонид Tuguzov - русская рулетка - Слова Сергея Эпов
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Leonid Tuguzov - While Shepherds Watched by Nathan Tate
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Leonid Tuguzov - All lovely things - Music by Leonid Tuguzov, lyrics by Conrad Potter
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Leonid Tuguzov - Garden - Music and Lyrics by Leonid Tuguzov
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Leonid Tuguzov - The Giraffe - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Nikolay Gumilev
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Leonid Tuguzov - Respond me - Music by Leonid Tuguzov, lyrics by Georgi Ivanov
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Leonid Tuguzov - The last window - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Anatoly Cobenkov
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Leonid Tuguzov - Violinist’s Advice - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Joseph Brodsky
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Leonid Tuguzov - Night - Music by Leonid Tuguzov, lyrics by Bakhyt Kenzheev
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Leonid Tuguzov - Sparrow - Yuri Levitansky
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Leonid Tuguzov - Yalta house - Yuri Levitansky
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Leonid Tuguzov - Bench
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Leonid Tuguzov-Dondok Ulzytuev-Вернуться
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Leonid Tuguzov - The Vulgar Tango
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Leonid Tuguzov - Russian Alcohol
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Leonid Tuguzov - Wood - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Nikolay Gumilev
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Leonid Tuguzov - Winter
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Leonid Tuguzov Good to be a girl in a pink coat
Received lots of comments & props
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Leonid Tuguzov Park
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Leonid Tuguzov - Hymn of the city
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Иркутск, Russia
Leonid Tuguzov - Gold, Money, Time
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Leonid Tuguzov - First Love - Music by Leonid Tuguzov, lyrics by Gennady Smirnov
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Leonid Tuguzov - Madrigal - Music by Leonid Tuguzov, lyrics by Michelangelo, translation of Andrei Voznesensky
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Leonid Tuguzov - Park - Music by Leonid Tuguzov. Lyrics by Sergey Epov
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Leonid Tuguzov - The Vulgar Tango
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Leonid Tuguzov - Хорошо быть девушкой в розовом пальто
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Followers 79   
Views 172,067   
Props 1,073
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Genres Blues, Pop, Rock, Classical
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