Салехард - многонациональный город. Я помню как в Киеве я пел "Don't worry be happy" c многотысячной толпой на Площади Свободы, в то время как Площадь Свободы была отведена для "писни в украинском формате". Кто сказал что Bob Morley не в "украинском формате"?
Вот у меня предложения в организации поэтического конкурса в "салехардском формате". Татарский,хантыйский, ненецкий... На них же пишут стихи. И люди живущие в Салехарде... Я например пишу на английском... Например стеб над трофимовским "никудышным ангелом"... Я за позитивное НЛП ))):
Perfect angel with gentle eyes
He was born to smelt your ice,
He was born to give you a chance
For colorful romance.
***
He was born in perfect flash,
And was made from perfect mash,
At least he appeared twice
Every time in smiling sunrise.
***
Don’t you see how strong his breast?
Don’t you feel how hot his breath?
He with you that you get your strike-
Take your place on his motorbike!
***
Every night he flies over you
Taking glance on the yellow moon,
He spreads his wings to worm you life
Filling with sense and light.
***
He cares you like a tender child,
Bringing love, making life you bright.
You accustomed to him, he unseen
But he with you in every your win.
***
Perfect angel with gentle eyes
He was born to smelt your ice,
He was born to give you a chance
For colorful romance…
...
the show must go on :friends:
Вот у меня предложения в организации поэтического конкурса в "салехардском формате". Татарский,хантыйский, ненецкий... На них же пишут стихи. И люди живущие в Салехарде... Я например пишу на английском... Например стеб над трофимовским "никудышным ангелом"... Я за позитивное НЛП ))):
Perfect angel with gentle eyes
He was born to smelt your ice,
He was born to give you a chance
For colorful romance.
***
He was born in perfect flash,
And was made from perfect mash,
At least he appeared twice
Every time in smiling sunrise.
***
Don’t you see how strong his breast?
Don’t you feel how hot his breath?
He with you that you get your strike-
Take your place on his motorbike!
***
Every night he flies over you
Taking glance on the yellow moon,
He spreads his wings to worm you life
Filling with sense and light.
***
He cares you like a tender child,
Bringing love, making life you bright.
You accustomed to him, he unseen
But he with you in every your win.
***
Perfect angel with gentle eyes
He was born to smelt your ice,
He was born to give you a chance
For colorful romance…
...
the show must go on :friends: