Текст песни Вольта - она пахла медом и молоком..Даниэль Дэфо

She smelled of honey and milk
she went to the cat's gait
not to drink it mouthful
not bridle
in her veins flowed grape juice
and in my wade road salt
her voice played summer folk
and in my September
Daniel Defoe

she became a life bezzvannyh rhymes
caressed female puppy
Amsterdam Paris or Rome
and you want even in Izhevsk
in her fingers drum sang shine
and loomed in my foggy blues
her voice played summer folk
and in my September
Daniel Defoe

hangover tantamount to view
not loving, already
I zhosche come and lie down
palms on the candle burn
that flowed in the veins of grape juice
and then wade road salt
to that in the voice of summer played folk
and another in September
Daniel Defoe