Текст песни Павел Никитин - Наталья Холмецкая - стихотворение к девушке

A little in rhyme warm rows
I composed here about love:
I told them the breeze,
Wandering among foliage

He, like you, playing, free,
He mustard and unpat.
He is young, but also noble;
It can be hot, ice.

I am not in vain comparisons mass
Loved with you, my love:
You are a riddle for me, immediately
I will say this, not tai.

***
Any woman becomes wise over the years,
Chitray, calculating, gentful and more beautiful.
She has not lived for a long time,
Does not believe in sweet men's fairy tales.

And exactly she knows who she needs
And turns masterfully by any man
Or lives happy marriage with her husband
Deciding with its own half.