Текст песни PROGRESS - Девчёнка в 18 лет

The girl of 18 years
I searched the love that there is no
Which books to read everything
About this love she had dreamed.

Girl sitting at the window
And quietly sobbing,
Tears in her eyes by hand wipes
Not to understand why it is only playing
Love the big promise
And then suddenly drop

Black long hair
Blue eyes,
Beautiful figure,
The girl no matter where!
Past her passing is impossible not to look
Her way of forcing the sleeper to wake up even
Modest beauty
Not like all
God sent an angel
In this poor light.
But something he forgot
Her happiness give
Why can not love her seriously?

Boys words this girl ruin
It is said that the female sex
Ears often likes.
A couple of kind words
A couple of promises
And here it is in front of you,
Like a snowflake melts.
You yourself trusts,
In the game your playing.
In your words believing
It is something to expect.
Using her trust manish in bed,
And in the morning you say,
What do you have to run.

The girl of 18 years
I realized that there is no happiness
Sitting by the window as soon as
And she is waiting for you again ...

cried guitar
With it, she cries.
And on this sad songs
string breaks
Let the guitar today, better shut up
Let the girl today, no more sad
So many insults,
So many false words
She was tired of suffering
From all false pattsanov.
She was tired of enduring
Pain and separations.
She was tired of crying
From the unworthy pangs.

Dressing easier,
Generally complete debauchery
It will show today,
The world of her rich.
The fake shine and look
She is ready for anything
Changes modest life,
On the night the craft.
She forgot about the sadness
And what is the separation
Now these men tortured flour.
are confronted
And ask for only her hands.
Now its all love
And they want her love ...

The girl of 18 years
I realized that happiness is
Just do not have the love
Which can not be bought ...