Текст песни ЧИ-ЛИ - Она сама по себе

It is quite another ,
She does not like flowers,
She plays the love
It is in itself .

In her eyes the sky
Her words were like fire
All times sting you.

Chorus:
And when something suddenly
The streets there on the spot
With this wind that will destroy her city,
And for her to remember
Will you sometimes.

She leaves alone,
Not even throwing & quot; long & quot;
She was nice to be such
Her poems fire.

Her apartment is empty
She does not like things
And the wind was living with her ...