Текст песни Чубыкин Олег - Моя любовь

My love wears blue jeans
Erases on Wednesday Dust from Stars,
On Thursday dancing at the stove
She does not build an eye on glossy pages
She does not call the agent in the morning
With separation sometimes on you

But the evening comes
Head puts on the shoulders
We fall asleep in the arms TV

My love
She's like mommy secret shot
Her gait as if white verse
And heart like rock
And in the hair passed a couple of invisible
Sometimes the angels do not know
For what they have two wings

When comes evening
Head puts on the shoulders
We fall asleep in the arms TV

And waking up near
I am grateful to God
That of all the treasures of the world
I got you