Текст песни Елена Бушуева - Письмо принцу

I write to you, Prince,
From the city mnogoimuschih.
From the sombre faces
And the twilight seem thicker.

You out of the palace
I can not hear yesterday's plates.
Beginning of the End
It takes a very acceptable
It takes quite acceptable.

And the tale does not follow suit,
And too short play.
You will want the abyss -
What if I'm not a princess?

Just think, a ball!
Hissing replica in the back.
And nothing you did not
Pea put under a feather bed.
Pea put under a feather bed.

My devotee Prince,
There are several important principles:
I'm falling down,
Seeing such reckless.

Where did you get
The words that I turn a head?
Just think, a ball!
In Woland it was not worse.
In Woland it was not worse!

Princess-to-face
Observe Coy any manner:
To eat - so the pollen,
Ambrosia trying to measure.

But there was no strength
Finish the solemn evening.
Why have you asked:
"Will you love me forever?"
"Will you love me forever?"

Do not torture the horse,
And my heart do not torture medicine.
None for me
Do not give thee into the hands of half the kingdom.

The problem of old:
The next day, the press gets wind ...
The newspapers Sutra
Read: "She is not a princess!".
"She is not a princess!"

And fairy tales end,
And a little cause for sadness:
I was at the palace
No one will ever miss.

Crown wear
I will easily and lightly.
Forgot to ask:
"Will you love me forever?"
You will love me forever ...