Текст песни Дарья Анацко - За столиком в кафе

Her eyes - from whale skin:
I saw them, the June ocean,
anything that disturbs the poet -
foretaste of the sails of scarlet cloth.

Her eyes - Shard atlantidny,
underwater marble, the wisdom of silence.
Her eyes - moryatski and vipers:
then grozoshtormovy, then calmly tender.

Her eyes were laughing, but silent,
And the evening sailed normal, nevesenny.
I was a sad besprichalen -
without thinking, without poetry, without regrets.

I was either nevlyubchiv, or cast.
Looked into her eyes, but was not thinking about it.
I saw her eyes, longing not obnoshennye,
and every eye makes the light.

I did not like it. Love this - in vain.
But her eyes gladkokitovya skin
salutary, as darkness peredrassvetnaya.
I did not like it. I was alarmed by it.

And the conversation was about the living, about not happened,
Her eyes - warm and oceans,
And over me, zealous bird vzvivshis,
rose sail from scarlet cloth.

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