Текст песни Александр Шевченко - Ах какой мужчина, ждёт его Полина

It is not far off - well, not the sea - the river
Somewhere near the neighborhood like
In the open window, she is waiting for the evening
One of his in a huge city.

Waiting Pauline, Pauline is waiting for him,
And around the machine fly past
Oh, what a man, waiting for him Polina
They know everything: Pauline is waiting for him.

Maybe he's not so beautiful, but many men
That live on our quiet street
It is a bouquet of roses, too sluggish fabulously good
And they admire the whole street.

Waiting Pauline, Pauline is waiting for him,
And around the machine fly past
Oh, what a man, waiting for him Polina
They know everything: Pauline is waiting for him.

He traveled to many countries he had visited, and here and there,
And everywhere the case, concerns are different,
But when the days were formed, but they do not change
What is clear and understandable to everyone that.

Waiting Pauline, Pauline is waiting for him,
And around the machine fly past
Oh, what a man, waiting for him Polina
They know everything: Pauline is waiting for him.