Текст песни Александр Новиков - Локон ее волос

She carried herself lightly,
As the white sail on the crowd.
The crowd folded the head after her.
But nothing and of no one
 in her mouth was hanging melody,
     And it was used to miss us - so there!
          A lock of her hair caressing the white snake
          I landed on my shoulder.
          A lock of her hair just touched,
          But still hot.
Everything was wrong. Everything was here.
So romantic and for a long time.
Just like the music of the silly operettas.
And about me, and about her -
 everything was broken, like a movie.
     We see him once more ... But no.
          A lock of her hair caressing the white snake
          I landed on my shoulder.
          A lock of her hair just touched,
          But still hot.
Eyes sped past the eye,
Although - not blind. And - not blind.
We dove bitter perfume in cigarette smoke.
And parted and overweening
 not guess the crowd,
     Whose was this woman. And - no.
          A lock of her hair caressing the white snake
          I landed on my shoulder.
          A lock of her hair just touched,
          But still hot.