Текст песни Володя Юрковский - Настя

She doesn't like dreams
But loves the sky
And loves the smell of wind on his lips.
Grains of stars and a lot of snow
Hide a smile in a striped scarf.
She likes to be sad
But so that it is not strong
And outside the body, to think.
Exupery, Siege, soundtrack,
Sandman God, hug a hare.
She doesn't like to be gazed at
But he loves rainbows, cinnamon and vanilla
More nuts with chocolate
And so that someone fed from the hands.

I'd kiss your wrists
Enjoying brown eyes
Which are like caramels in the light.
Alas! I don't know this girl
And I can't figure it out yet ...