Текст песни Смешное сердце - О ком тоскуют

Magic smile
Mona Lisa with Russian soul
about whom wondered, beautiful, tell me,
By sending a look into a faceless monitor.

Burn wonderful eyes,
in them loneliness centuries
confused century
and played bright light
Stars in heaven,
igniting my heart.

And tender fingers like Silk,
touched a white temple
I would only give only for
So that for a moment they become.

But silence reigned
and not a response, nor lead
I'm not allowed to sleep
Her beautiful signs.

There is no rest, the soul dark lights
Mysterious sad look
can meet
After all, the world is damn cracked,
For us, he is too small.

Cold stone basement
on my heart bottom
about whom your wonderful eyes teach
Tell your beauty about whom.