Текст песни FaNDoRiN - Дочь Музы

I heard her voice
The radio station
I saw the image of a favorite
The photographic glossy
In the books, songs, poems
Cinema, dancing
Kartinah different people
Including abstractions

Not trusting people
I trust only God
I believe in something that is not in vain
He gave me this way
What purpose would cover all means
partially agree
The pledge took me
love and old ties
Love said fly
Relations themselves torn
When outside the coverage area
Prepared new records
Rhyme essence Donoso
On bit is better
From the first few tracks
Ears svarachivalis the tube
I knew that I want to do
I did not know how all this turbid
Grandpa whispered experience
The time will learn
Time was not a lot
At least the free
I was working at a construction site
That it was not hungry
Dedule- experience tribute
Little by little, grain by grain
Water long grind
Angles granite pebble
Sometimes the sky asking
To patience gave
When I too was in a hurry
The wheels stick to shove
The actress muse happened
At night sleep did not give
Deer ink pad
And I fell asleep on his chest
Sometimes the entire night on the flight
On the cloth tears dropped her
Sometimes just playing a prank
It happened loudly laughing
In general, the wind girl
is not a simple character
I'm getting to know her
gradually began to fall in love
I became a night not to sleep
She began her wait
But such as it presusche impermanence
I heard her voice
The radio station
I saw the image of a favorite
The photographic glossy
In the books, songs, poems
Cinema, dancing
Kartinah different people
Including abstractions
She twisted to many
I would like to stay
With me forever
offers tie
I was serious with it
Even I thought marry
She laughed otvetku
Net voice calls
When I was still asleep
Uskolzala Quick
I'm still waiting
overcrowding thoughts
I did not know where she is
And I did not know when again
Muse look into my house
Fill the music shalt
Our night together
Flew like a week
She gave birth to my daughter
I called her song
Without playing toys
at the perimeter of your walls
Paintings writes without imagination brush