Текст песни Аэлирэнн - Милая девочка

Cute girl, I'm not your variety,
Not ideal, you came up with it yourself,
I played - now get out to hell!
Well, in the extreme case - to friends.
With things.

Cute girl, you read in a book
Not about me, but about a beautiful prince,
To come to you an angel over
Next, at least - to be reborn.

Cute girl, you are not alone,
These words are a standard set for many.
Give the fist, cry and reproach,
I just ask, you will most like legs.

Cute, glorious, your bitter tears
Honest wine on my vain soul.
I do not believe, I'm not used to seriously,
I can only laugh, and someone else will dry out.

Cute ... You do not look for me excuses,
Better the balance of pride saved.
You sold me a heart ... for the promise.
I will not return it.
... And now go.

(c) Lord Nephritis