Текст песни Юлия Авструб - Песенка про яичницу

Song about angel - keeper

In the morning he makes the scrambled eggs out of three desires,
And while I wash myself, teases me with the smell.
Bread, smeared with honey of life, I feel and smile,
I drink everything with the hope with a warm cup of milk.

In the corridor with legs, I'm swaying, the sleeves are playing in
He with love is fascinated by the faith of the boots,
And while under your nose "Keys and money!" I repeat
He ties the scarf to me tenderness and kindness.

In the morning, boldly run away, the streets of the aroma inhale,
Immediately losing the head from the usual fuss.
Puddles deftly envelope, I have time for the bus,
Instead of little things, petals come to the touch.

There will be a summer in November, and there will be a silent in the warm Mae,
It will be that - no one knows, just know in itself,
He who in the morning makes the scrambled eggs from three desires
The whole world of hand keeps, and another will fit to yourself!