Текст песни В. М. - Самба белого мотылька

You're so fond of bright colors,
As for him, like a butterfly fluttered.
And giving fans a dream,
Heart is not promised to anyone.
But a bright red fire flower
You once wanted to disrupt.
And again, like a white moth,
Its radiance flew.
Just be a hard
Friendship flame to a moth.

Samba of white moth
The outdoor lights,
How to thin wings
Do not singe.
Better little, without longing
To live like white moths
And the near fly itself
From the earth.

To live well, it is imperative,
Choosing what sweet heart.
It it is not much, but it s going to hurt
And it was not long, but loved.
In general, hard to go well
Friendship flame to a moth.

Samba of white moth
The outdoor lights,
How to thin wings
Do not singe.
Better little, without longing
To live like white moths
And the near fly itself
From the earth.

Samba of white moth
The outdoor lights,
How to thin wings
Do not singe.
Better little, without longing
To live like white moths
And the near fly itself
From the earth.