Текст песни Евгения Ангер - Влюблённый музыкант

She worked in a book bench,
And every day came to her
On a hat with a silver pin
Very proud gentleman.

It seems he was a street poet
Or artist colors
But he wanted to be her neighbor,
Know the route of its knocking heels.

He was in love with her eyes of a sea color,
In her smile and curls on the sides.
It seemed to him that her beautiful was not,
He prayed for her to her with all the gods.

The girl got used to his glances,
So naive and simple
And in the meantime he dreamed of being with her next,
But remained unfamiliar and stranger.

He was afraid of he was afraid to come closer
To her, so funny and wonderful.
And everything went between the shelves of books,
Squeezing a cane sweating hand.

He knew that her heart was conquered by another
He met her after work.
And he remained still stranger
And he was a musician that at night, notes are alleged about her.

Evgenia Angere, 2012