Текст песни Кристина Орбакайте - Ясные, светлые глаза

I love to look into your eyes clear
Well they are now kept secret
Are the days passed our red
And we will return you back in May
The clear bright eyes, I see in the glare of the day
No measles me where the fun there is a tear
The clear bright eyes, I see in the glare of the day
No measles me where the fun there is a tear
Call my name in a low voice
It may be left to other tender
You have once again begun to spin a song-youth
Although he passed as white smoke our May
The clear bright eyes, I see in the glare of the day
No measles me where the fun there is a tear
Know I love you like on our first day
It is evident to me is not to unravel the mysteries
And she lay down in the midst of the shadow of love
And there again, we will return in May
The clear bright eyes, I see in the glare of the day
No measles me where the fun there is a tear
The clear bright eyes, I see in the glare of the day
No measles me where the fun there is a tear
The clear bright eyes, I see in the glare of the day
No measles me where the fun there is a tear