Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - О, эти утренние женщины

Oh, this morning a woman -
Not that women evening ,
They are modest, they are shy ,
Their eyes vividly delineated .
They inspect dreams on the run,
They rush into the jaws of trolley ,
But also on shaky on the banks of the earth
They seem to be someone puzzles.

Oh, this morning a woman -
Not that women evening -
Over the impossible , but I promise
Somewhere rush , as nomads ,
On the sidewalks and on roadsides
Then swirls race , the hordes of ...
But even in concern
Someone they seem crossword .

Oh, these women evening -
Not that morning woman.
That's how a miraculous transformation
Sand on the bottom of the sea became pearls.
And renouncing the daily commotion ,
Promise and joy and suffering ,
Not solved and scientists minds
Their eyes in hazardous radiation exposure .

But if a woman the morning
Become quite different in the evening,
Do not rush them to debunk
And do not try to declassify .
We just did not pass the spring,
If they seem rebus
And running through the waves ,
And running for trolleybus