Текст песни Денис Вотинцев - Девушка Мечты

It flies the color of their hair,
Smiling presses on my heart,
Intoxicates with swords of wheat brass
Spinled on the back.
It is transparent, and the voice is clean.
She is best one hundred seventeen times.
About her wrote music Ferenz Sheet,
But she herself listens to jazz.
With it, I'm near the steel armor.
With me she admires like no one.
Whatever I say, she believes me
And grieved bolding in a coat.
Her skin Shelk, her view of balsam,
I dream of getting her laugh.
To her fly, ordered to deny the brakes.
Without her I do not want to live.
With her any shack - a cozy house.
It is the essence and the beginning of the earth began.
Sorry only about one thing
While she did not meet ...