Текст песни Надежда Новосадович - Откровенная весна - откровенность моя напугала тебя

Frank Spring noise range
The nights sleep as the abode of your old house.
Curtain box your sadness
All what you have lived for a long time is not sorry ...
The cells of your plaid - traps for birds
And nothing means your wave of eyelashes
She whispers something obscene foliage
But your lips taste of solitude as before ...

Leave yourself a little bit of sin,
Sleep on someone's hands.
Leave yourself a little love
Open your home and call me ...
Call me.

Do not give your fireplace a warm fire
And minutes without reasons in the temples ring
As always nakroesh table for one
Time will not change anything ...
On your usual pillow trail of tears
Dust sulfur wearing a bouquet of roses.
Before going to bed you will love herself
Just heard a noise around a crazy spring!

Leave yourself a little bit of sin,
Sleep on someone's hands.
Leave yourself a little love
Open your home and call ...

Call me...