Текст песни Мясников - О ней

Without the knocks and bells,
You went to sleep on tiptoes.
Turning around inside me,
Without flaming fire.
You took my hand,
I fell flat on the ground.
So nice sweet,
That's a pity it was a dream.
 Chorus
We walked the parks with you,
Holding the hand is hot.
You're a lot of standing,
You're not my teeth.
From the time in the ruins,
Plug me in the back Kolka
I promised to keep you in my dreams.
Verse 2
Who did it
He's probably a genius
Once introduced me to you
Endless wind
The arm whispering, "where are we?"
Do not disturb sleep
Head in hand
Thoughts in the ceiling,
Without pathetic welcome.
Tutu on his hands,
We are with you in my dreams,
Only double.