Текст песни Вольных - образ

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I do not know to what hell it was necessary to get drunk
To draw the items in your imagination
The cheekbones , collarbone , back, long fingers

And your eyes glubokobezdonnye , which at the time to drown
So like me who only image
Strange , the lost wanderers

Straight legs and slightly rough palms
Their softness and comfort confident shoulder
For this meekly and free you I

To the fingertips
to shiver
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