Текст песни Настя - Клипсо-калипсо

(Ilya Kormiltsev)

Mirrors reflected lovingly
Roses are pure in light dew,
And she wanted to be incomparable,
But the same as everyone else

Goes, goes, carrying a glow
Sounds like that kind of music.
 Goes, goes, carrying a glow
 teaches, such music sounds.

The devil teaches every woman
And she's tight on a spring
On the right is the amber sun
On the left is a clip with a pearl moon.

   Goes, goes, carrying a glow
   Sounds like that kind of music.
   Goes, goes, carrying a glow
   Sounds like that kind of music.

        
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It's a rebus, a charade, a riddle
The fate of those who kissed her
If on the right - burned without a trace,
If left - forever froze.

   Goes, goes, carrying a glow
   Sounds like that kind of music.
   Goes, goes, carrying a glow
   Sounds like that kind of music.

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