Текст песни Малкина Анна - Весна-оптимистка

Your soul does not rush to get PPS,
Every day accelerates step.
Under your sight is my soul.

Your soul every day is more and clearer
More accurately on me your sight
Every day, everything is more densely grieved.

I am still hard to call it friendship,
I'm still hard not to notice how
That's just that you were so boring
And became so necessary for an hour!

Too close this time
Spring-optimist to me burst
To me under the bed,
To me under the bed.
In the dark will open the eye
And I fall in love, as if for the first time,
As if for the first time
As if for the first time.

Your hand with a ceiling pulls out the RPK
And, aiming slightly,
It falls into me from afar.

And every day
It is easier for me to play with fire.
And it seems to me that here is about
I will not restrain and myself goes out the trigger!