Текст песни Александр Шхалахов - Закружилась ты моя голова

You spun my head ,
Over the rivulet breadth with a scythe .
Bute at the heart of my simple words .
Those that you dropped her laughter in the dew.

Hook the heels of grass .
Broken I'm on a bunch of lilacs .
Yes, you forget about gossip .
I bought you earrings - dress .

What's a couple we repeat everything .
Night colder by the day.
In vain giddy - suddenly I realized
... You're twenty years younger than me.