Текст песни Мария Пахоменко - Роман

In a small room near the servant dinner, feed you lieutenants.
And over your studies, the clock takes away, in other words he would still hug you.
In the chair, as in Steel, you got climbed with your feet. January beyond the sneaken snow.
Your house is low between houses, looks like a book between the volumes.
The book is thin, modest. With good, long time by eternal destiny.
The book is thin, modest. With good, long time by eternal destiny.