Текст песни Егор Крид - Самба Белого Мотылька

[Coupling 1, Egor Crem]:
You loved bright flowers so much,
That on them like a butterfly flushed,
And giving dream fans
He did not promise heart to anyone.

But bright red fire flower
You once wanted to rip out.
And again like white moths,
On his shying flew.

It will only work out
Friendship of a flame with a moth.

Chorus:
Samba White Motoma at an open light;
Samba White Motilla at Open Sky,
No matter how thin wings do not fall.
Better little yes without longing
Live like white moths.
And fly yourself not far from the ground.

[Makeup 2, Egor Crem]:
It is necessary to live well,
Choosing the fact that the heart is cute.
He is nevertheless, but burned,
And she is not long, but loved.

In general, it was not easy
Friendship of a flame with a moth.

Chorus:
Samba White Motoma at an open light;
Samba White Motilla at Open Sky,
No matter how thin wings do not fall.
Better little yes without longing
Live like white moths.
And fly yourself not far from the ground.

Samba White Motilla at Open Sky,
No matter how thin wings do not fall.