Текст песни Не Романтика-2 - Трель соловьев

Nightingale wandering in the inflorescence
Recalls magical days
When you spring during bloom
Wandering through the bushes
And fucked in colors

He was like a horse,
Zealous and neobezzhen
With the mare was running on the field
And gallop like
But in the silence heard
She whispered in a trace
Stay I like

Champagne nor how many did not explode
And there was enthusiastic wrinkles
But he trusted
When she said
What is it he's the best of the men

Open the lock from the icy heart
How to choose the code was
On her ass and wanted to warm up to make it all the year round

The thin end of the novel does not fit
And because everything is happy
Even a little bit of it's like on the field,
After marrying her for yourself