Текст песни Оля Арефьева - Се Ля Ви

A blade of grass pricked to draw blood
Lyubvinkoy ached for love
She found it was not looking
What should be lost
And so it has remained low
C'est La vie

Do not know how mocking crowd
Assuming that the smart was stupid
I got into a squabble
She laughed with a stick
And if it was a pity
Pourquoi pas

And wanted to please us and you
Heritage and managed here and there
Tired of opals
In your eyes fall
Himself Well you judge himself
Cherche la femme