Текст песни magnitofon romantik - Она

She is magic
And it appeared inconvenient
I know! Even he does not know yet
How is it beautiful!
Without conscience, to pain in the ribs
Bezumia in words
To full memory loss
And rainbow in the eyes

And why everything went in a circle
I do not know. How to keep
What would you fuck with a bike
When once again I pretend our hands together
And in some kind of warm incomprehensible place

I agree these lines
May be unworthy poet
But I feel like the wind produces
In our souls summer