Текст песни Молотком по столу,карточки вверх - Моя любовь

On the moon draws me white ,
Swamp Swan with a delicate body,
I fools evil blood , my spring return again
Wherever you wanted so much .

Her gray horses mane
Ukroyut grass clippings
And will take under the chimes of the dreams of the poor white words
Wherever you are so requested ,
My love , my love.

A forest fire in the sky plays ,
He lived a long time , he knows a lot .
And cry pack hounds , among the branches and poles
I almost catching up
My love , my love.