Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Черновики Любви

In his youth, and meetings , and separation
There have been so careless , so easy ,
As if passing the love of science,
I have so far only led drafts .

Not rushing into the flames detached ,
And just playing near the fire ,
I think that the young Princess
Somewhere else is just waiting for me.

So it seemed to me, but it turned out,
Flew days of springtime ,
And in one of them she was ,
And I got only a draft.

Drafts of love -
Where , on any page ,
Strikeout phone number
In the heat of my spring days !
My only woman
You turned a bird ,
Hit the ground
my carelessness.