Текст песни Петраченко Екатерина - Бусы

Bead

Beads on the floor - broken strings,
 Dovyazhu old scarf.
 Like a strand of hair naughty you on my face.
 Pouring rain - crumpled grass,
 Wet this summer.
 But showcases drowned in a bright calico.

Let's just luck to you.
 Without you - unbearable.
 Waiting for what ?! Do not stay. Word is - never.
 That Oracles naprorochili -
 All over love.
 The Egyptian cartouche, fire, water ...

Yes, naked and luxurious,
 In withering nature.
 The sun blinks and falls back into the clouds.
 People lie, people are different,
 But probably wrong
 Even those who with icons, the one who was without sin.

My Autumn is around the corner, where are you?
 What a novel, though he was not.
 And I realize that something must be done,
 To forget you, like a disturbing dream.

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