Текст песни Наташа Гаджи - Тюрбан

It is unlikely that each of us is a long-liver, but this is MIG
For myself, declare decisively equal to centuries.
I appeal to Saturn - it seems, he will extend time.
Just need to have time to pay tribute to these hands.
And eye reservoirs in a thin grid of radiant wrinkles.
These are strict lips that smile melted in the corners.
They are one of the relatively rare and net causes.
To the unrequency of torture ready to be at their own fear.
Expressive gestures, elegance of the line cheekbones ...
I'm a robbed chiri, unrestrained graphoman.
This night I wish, so that you soon slipped up,
So that the peace was wondered your thoughts like a soft turban.
I'll sit next to you, the garlands of the word I am.
But I will not express them, let them face under the lid of the mind.
I will spill them later, unexpectedly, everyone has in sight
And I will answer for this madness too.