Текст песни Косточка - Скрэппи

Such cute green lines,
Look quietly quietly on you,
And thin, fluffy cilia,
Playfully you nod a little ringing.

You ask what a miracle I write?
Am I Berge? Has gasped gas?
No, no, she will describe
I'm trying to try more precisely, there is little place to phrases.

I want to start with her heavenly frequency,
She like an angel with light blinds,
Race on the field where flowers grow,
Nerre it, stretches to it, falls.

Her wonderful rigging laughter
Sounds like a golden harp,
Her smile warms everyone
So in frosts and do not need scarf.

Kindness and do not come up with
Good as a hobby.
So merciful that makes thinking
What angel brought us from the sky.

I will stand the mountain for her,
Ready for her to help her
I want her to be, I like the Father's second,
After all, I dreamed of having such a daughter.