Текст песни CentralPark - Девочка журнала

The lady is not an easy next melt
who you are an angel sent to me a bird of paradise
What taish and thoughts not in the eyes of the native Tom
Please tell me that did not fly away
You do not smoke but smoke Serve!
Beauty from the suburbs distance forgive
I doedu all right books to read
Remember how our laughter wiped tears I
A glass full of feelings can not see the edges
dream lady my lady sweet dreams
I will write to you and there is no mistake
I know that when I write the smile on his face
For your eyes for your laughter
During the heat of your hands over the arms cover
Then see how much snow around
For a hand hold that you had not fallen on the ice

Beautiful smiling girl Journal
Gently hold slowly leaf through
to snatch a couple of sheets of your head
Write a line where its just you and me

Seven times think of one answer
The answer, if not faithful to the winds
Peresproshu continue to think again eighth
And I will ask is not going to your
Oyoyoy eyes what
And what legs ladies with pictures
Save with routine funiture lights
Walking in the city of lights and cars
If you become a river drink to the dregs
If you become the wind in your perch
You will become ready in the sun you burn
Do not become a bird I do not fly
I sit in an empty tram that carries a margin
And you only hear it if the final whisper
I'll write you probably have some fun together
Lady riddle decision is not known
whether correctly I wrote it all
If it is then put before answering
I would be an artist, you'd be on the canvas
Already awake? Okay fly there for me in dreams