Текст песни Сергей Иванов - Как жаль что я не художнмк

What's a pity that not the artist I
I would write your portrait
From the canvas looked used on me
Star mile not
Streams flowing your half
On the shoulders of snowy white
In the hands of sheephawn in spring
Bouquet of violets warmed you
In the eyes of heavenly purity
Burned bless
I know gently smiled
Keep in my soul
But do not write not to write
Natural I am not given
I can only dream
I live a dream destined
Elena Pretty mine
I can not imagine life without you
I do not pretended to life without heat
Without eye yours
Without your hands
Elena Pretty mine
It is a pity that I am not a composer I
I would write for you
Melody of love
It would not need words
And the sound would achieve stars
But it would be clear only to you
You understand my love
I learned what you need me
Range would like a nightingale
In my love melodies
I also sang an order to you
About beauty and good
But sorry is not a composer I
And my orchestra is my life
But for you one of you
I live on white light I
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Elena Pretty mine
I can not imagine life without you
I can not imagine life without heat
Without eye yours
Without your hands
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