Текст песни Аня Добрыднева - Бабочка

Again hung between your bed and kitchen,
And in the morning everything will collapse. Eyes stopped and walked.
Bad game! It will be on the speedometer two hundred.
How in the soul climbed ...
So I want to tell you all your bride.

I, like a butterfly, fly away and sing to you these lines;
And desperately celebrate all pain points on the road map.
Like a butterfly, fly away and sing to you these lines;
And desperately celebrate all pain points on the road map.

I will stop the hysterical flow curve.
Entered through the heart. I will leave, as usual, through the doors.
And after you there is a feeling of fresh somewhere
From mint candy. I will transfer all your answers to gestures.

I, like a butterfly, fly away and sing to you these lines;
And desperately celebrate all pain points on the road map.
Like a butterfly, fly away and sing to you these lines;
And desperately celebrate all pain points on the road map.

I, like a butterfly, fly away and sing to you these lines;