Текст песни Инста - Окутала меня

Enveloped me, enveloped,
You seem to be my grade Marivan.
Sky in diamonds, summer flew,
You are my baby - the daughter of the carnival.
This fool-duramara, and us she,
It was thought, flew into warm edges.
Summer, sea, sand, but I have little you
Dance in the floor, hands in the ceiling of the hall.
From there, where the fell will not return anymore,
I miraculously designed and took sadness with her.
This is our life and she is always small
Dance in the floor, hands in the ceiling of the hall.

Half my, I give you all myself,
And this night we burned to the tla
Burned love
As if Kantsey are connected forever near we,
With you trees