Текст песни Елена Погребижская - Капризная, упрямая

Capricious, obstinate
You are made of roses.
I'm older than you, my child,
I am ashamed of his tears.
Moody, stubborn,
Oh, how I love you!
Last spring, my,
You pray about one:
Come, come, come.

You whisper mysteriously:
"My boy gray,
You do have one,
One only you so ".
As in a fairy tale, bewitched,
I myself awake,
And in the autumn of chained
You one thing ask:
Do not lie, do not lie, do not lie.

You are a bright, radiant,
With a smile on his lips,
And if it is true net
That all these words,
I discarded all doubts,
Forgive whim I will,
And the life of its autumn
You will happily give:
Take, take, take.