Текст песни Георгий Нагадинов - Королева бала

I painted your blue eyes on the covers of a notebook
And sometimes he wrote poetry just without sparing paper
today I can with you someone else
today I can with you someone else

I'll throw my old cloak
and arrange a random meeting
i won't hurt you don't cry
you put your hands on my shoulders

Queen of the ball Queen of the ball
Queen of the ball Queen of the ball

it will be autumn and we will wait and as if I were dreaming all this
In the whole world we are only in two
Nothing else will happen

Queen of the ball Queen of the ball
Queen of the ball Queen of the ball