Текст песни Татьяна Августовская - Дрова

Amateur girls fan of thin waists,
Smiles gentle, knocking heels
You naskandalil so much in my life,
What I do not burn thee for ever mangled wood.
 
And you, and you're so sincere admiring
My almost childish simplicity,
He drags me on squares of different streets
And he confessed to me in warmth.
 
You admitted to me in love, nepokorimoy
For centuries, the fate of even the Divine,
You called me a single, favorite,
Yes, just coldness concealed in his face.
 
Yes, coldness - the loss of humane
The ability to love without tricks and sorcery,
I burn a fire, and the smoke from the heart pain
Jet in me, and you prick all new wood.