Текст песни прохожий - Девочка

This girl I wrote pen on papyrus ,
Then it poured from a watering wine -
From her pink wine grown wings
With burnt hazy one .

And she flew away from me , like a bird ,
To live in a European castle in the glass and the frame.
When we have rain and snow, it is my dream ,
Smelling wine barrel organ and window .