Текст песни Белый Орёл - Сан-Тропэ

How bad was the day is lived
On the evening of tequila I've ever met
Was the soul longing and laziness
And with you I have no idea

When we roamed the Tver
I did not dare to hug you
I walked and thought Oh my God
Well, how dare you begin

Well, who at that hour would have told me
What in the darkness interrupted my sleep
Stingy hope of glass
Mobile phone flash

And you come plexus hands
Under the shadow of the midnight jet
And gently leaning suddenly
Given the kiss itself

You brought it love
In my lonely old house
And it lit up again
Holy fire of Thy love
Holy fire of Thy love

You say that you can not wait
What ever loved
And it led me to embrace
You Midnight Star

You gave yourself to me
And I'm Rolls-Royce Coupe
And at the end of the day
We flew to San Tropez

Resort small hotel
As our first stop
And your lips pyanyaschy hops
And gold Tahiti beach

And kisses on a blank
Flowers woven grass
Green eyes calling heat
Autumn month in Saint-Tropez