Текст песни Валерий Новоруссов - Она стояла на пыльном бордюре...

She stood on the dusty curb
And traded balls ...
Heavenly angel in a nutshell,
With blue eyes.

And I could not pass,
From talking to her pestering.
She blushed cute
When I look in her confused.

I saw in her eyes mist,
Blue glow dreams ...
I was by her eyes, as if drunk,
And he bought her all the balls.

I asked her to be my muse,
Using molasses words
He promised not to be a burden to her
And a bunch of beautiful poems.

And, meanwhile, rose evening
Disperse crowds bustle,
Omit the trees on the shoulders,
Sweet slumber.

Though the separation, I knew was inevitable,
All read her poems about love
And I saw in the eyes of its tender
The fact that tomorrow I'll see you again ...