Текст песни Вера Полозкова - А ты думала, что я буду скучать.

In fact, I only like you,
My ideal and my yardstick.
All my women are your features,
And it is to them I mirilo.
While you're there, obedient to their own passions,
Flying between Orsay and the Prado -
I can tell you assembled piecemeal.
It sounds awful, but it's true.
A snub-nosed, the other with a birthmark on his back,
The third can all take for granted.
One worships the soul in itself, and the other - in me
(However, do not come across).
One like you, from his forehead to sweat strand
Other keys are lost forever,
And I never could have one all to collect -
So God does not repeat mistakes.
And even your soul, to which you
Let's say I have two or three times through all the obstacles -
Staying here, embodied in all the fresh flowers
Still faulty phones.
Are you afraid that I will miss here,
Handouts offering himself?
And the showers, and prices, and those shahids, and & quot; & quot ;? Rospechat
God be with you, you're with me, my dear ...

Author: Dmitry Bykov
Reads: Faith Polozkova