Текст песни Александр Новиков - Уличная Красотка

As would be boring street
And the evening was woven of sadness,
If she did not go here
And nightlife in her - eyes windows.

And parking brakes.
Hands intoned, as the oars in the boat ...
Who said? He told her the truth:
Outdoor beauty.

I followed her and scoured and wandered.
My wheel at the feet of her spit.
I have it, I swear, did not like,
But like me, I like it!

At midnight - whitish candle.
Break it - yes there is a match.
And in time with the gait
As wax hair flowed from his shoulder ...
Outdoor beauty.

Girl disheveled three sheets,
Defames you rain in drainpipes.
And tear lamp spray
On your eyes sparkle star midnight.

Your way of housing and to housing
Hide from the eyes of the night in their windings.
The girl is not taken mine.
Outdoor beauty.