Текст песни Диана Арбенина и Евгений Дятлов - Самба белого мотылька

You're so fond of bright colors
What on them like a butterfly fluttered,
And giving fans a dream
Heart no one promised.
But a bright red fire flower
You once wanted to disrupt,
And again, like a white moth
Its radiance flew.
Just be a hard
Friendship flame moth.

Samba of white moth
The outdoor lights,
How would thin wings singed,
Better a little so without anguish
To live like white moths,
And summer is not far from the land itself.

To live well, it is imperative
Choosing what sweet heart,
It is her slightly, but going to hurt
And she loved but not for long.
In general, hard to go well
Friendship flame moth.

Samba of white moth
The outdoor lights,
How would not singe delicate wings.
Better a little so without anguish
To live like white moths,
And summer is not far from the land itself.