Текст песни amabilisa - Сенная площадь

My soul - Hay area .
Sausage Grill , flowers and the market .
In my eyes smorit someone's horse
Through the spokes shops - backs .

At the heart of the clouds intoxicated persons ,
It wraps up tobacco and mane ,
Lying on a tile someone down ,
Killed beauty playfully .

Here perfect poems
Walk on the stalls crowd .
And the time a law is as follows:
Here, the world is ruled by vanity.