Текст песни Гарбуз Светлана - Милая Элла

Dear Ella,
Thy soul is a doe on a cliff, a wonderful doe.
Snow-white on the negative.
Here she jumps and freezes in flight
On a not reliable and dazzling note.

She wanted to become a silver cloud,
Dear Ella, Ella.

Dear Ella,
Your voice is a badass boy
Batter showcases mirrored by a jeweler.
A homeless angel, a screamer and a merry mongrel.
Free and bold, like a sparrow and a dog.

You have sung everything funny and sad to people.
Dear Ella, Ella.

Dear Ella,
Your appearances on the disc -
Echo of a summer evening with a whiskey flavor.
The swarthy sun over the sea at a quarter to eight,
Slow train going to the province in autumn.

How did you manage all this with your soul,
Sweet Ella, Ella