Текст песни Александр Суханов - Бесконечная игра

Little machine

                  Elena Kazantseva

He’ll notice a car at the entrance with snow
In the morning - and you will not recognize a single one.
There is room for me in your soul
Like for a little clockwork machine.

Do you have a key to a small car -
Wake up, she will ride on the carpet.
On your beautiful face no wrinkles
Will not appear until I die.

At dawn, the driver will come out of the porch,
Caution snow with a single sweep.
And seated in his own place
And the key to her right in the heart.

And she - his slave and servant -
Start up, rush in and - forward.
I’m very sorry for the clockwork machine,
And the owner is quite the opposite.