Текст песни Olivia - Ювелирно

Words strung on a thread,
Like beads made of agate.
Neck entwine them to me,
To see - I am rich.

Rhythm I faceted diamond,
Rhyme seized on tenaciously.
Diadem of brilliant phrases
I decorate the plot thread.

Description strewn floor,
I walked around it, dancing.
I am feeling in my heart split,
I understand that I do not save

Neither, none of those
Who wears beads around his neck
Stihobludiya. Is sin
Braiding words skillfully

Lose yourself among them?
Not wanting to remain silent as a stone,
I will learn quickly
Inspiration rowing arms.

Falling asleep in his crucible,
Melted ingots stories.
Jewelry, cutter, easy,
Correcting your mistakes.

And then put out the hearth,
I'm tired of going by the stars.
Carrying on their shoulders
Multi-ton too late ...