Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров, Паэт Меркулов и Greensheet - Она не пишет стихи

She writes poetry,
Do not read the stars
In her house live red pair of angels,
She fries in the morning, a ray of sunlight in the frying pan
Accepts tea, those who are weak and hurt,

On the breast of her star, dancing arm in arm,
I love her wildly as the wolf pack against
And the tears in her eyes, and she smiled,
His white hand stroked me gently,

You go, since I chose this road,
Take care that your and do not touch someone else's
Raise it a couple of angels red,
Take to the sky, bearded gods

Rain was falling on passers-by,
The sun beating on the roof,
Large cities, hundreds of eyes and stories

I still remember it,
I always hear it ...

... In my house I live red pair of angels.