Текст песни Екатерина Гопенко - Замело

Acoustic album "Vision", 2011

I would wove her wreath, yes put on blonde hair
I would tell the river about what the grass is silent
Hand run in hand, light yes Bosa
Laughed in everything - yes in the window January.

Sorry she won't come
Her shoulders squeezed tightly in this city.
Trains hooked up
And her - with his head.

Would have become young, yes lighter sun
Removed rings and burns like someone else's dress
I would dance and sang without asking who pays
You would touch the hand - but then you wake up.

Sorry she won't come
Her shoulders squeezed tightly in this city.
Trains hooked up
And her - with his head.