Текст песни - Русский язык и лит-ра

I loved her for her beauty,
For the peace of the heat, for the gold braid,
Books at home reading, writing essays,
And all the verses taught, and all five of waiting.
And what do you think she said to me?
Yes you reproaching clumsy-syllable,
Yes, you have no voice - just whistle
You write all the way around,
You're not a writer - actor!

I loved her for her beauty,
For the peace of the heat for a tight braid,
I wrote her a song, idolized, adored,
Fairy tales, fables taught let five waited all.
And what do you think she said to me?
Yes you reproaching clumsy-syllable,
Yes, you have no voice - just whistle
You say the opposite,
You're not a writer - a tanker!
And vsyo-taki I love literature