Текст песни Никадим - Букварь любви

Come on, I try to like the old, sit down without insults
and expand the ABC - the first primer love
Let's go on the trail of his own - from joy to trouble
And read the syllables of his own destiny.

Chorus:
And - our April meeting
B - boulevards have tubal
B - thine hair wind
G - hot lips (2 times)

From the first words to the first trail of tears is not far
Distance as anesthesia, does not apply until
And for crying frost ice when spring came.
And just unbearable dawn, when one awake.

Chorus:
And - our April meeting
B - boulevards have tubal
B - thine hair wind
G - hot lips (2 times)