Текст песни Наталья Кучер - С ладони

All the thousand nights, you know,
As soon as you dream of ...
What am I, stupid, to do with it,
Then, as soon as the dawn with a white,
Let you go, let go ...

Hundreds of hands, and I only now understand your ...
Pulse - a threshold, and are leading the way from him ...
One hundred roads, but my lies in the middle ...
Thin circle, but I do not get your hand ...

Forget about your worries.
Come to the meeting on the road.
And the burden of separation for us,
And that blind time for us -
On the threshold of love on the verge of ...

One hundred hearts, and me thy native blood closer ...
And the fate paralleled for us the way ...
Hundreds and hundreds of hand-eye around I see others
But your day and night to find a black ..