Текст песни Дети Пикассо - мой милый мальчик я близка с одним тобой

Bluish female laughter , mouth fate jets
Wrapped in a black fur , she was a sailor on the pier .
Lemon tree blossomed between his fingers a cigarette ,
The fate of the crown he kept kissing hump nose.
My dear boy, I am close to one of you,
She whispered to his temple , with an invisible gray.
Deti Picasso (c).