Текст песни Пинфлой - Яблоки и апельсины

A pack of cigarettes is lowered into the top pocket,
With a sense of satisfaction
                                at the peak of shopping in stores.
She goes through the sunny city of the sun shining in the rays,
Feeling great, absolutely imperturbable.
A butchers and bakers
They offer her what you need as
The supermarket departments -

Apples and oranges.
Apples and oranges.

Angles rounding smoothly, it is confusing knocks so sweet
Walking toward the people,
And before he could get around as quickly as possible.
And then I try to catch her eye,
how to stop and reflect,
And what would make a funny thing,
Since I feel that I, as indistinguishable.

Apples and oranges.
Apples and oranges.

I love her .
She loves Me .
Bye then . Bye then . Bye then .

And so that's the idea, that you easier to understand -
I am a truck driver.
And it all runs
Down the river side,
Accelerates ducks evening rapids.

Apples and oranges.
Apples and oranges.