Текст песни роман баста

Обновлено: 12.11.2024

All dangerous , steeper ramps ,
Wilt bridges, all crazier haze ,
I love this woman , O Lord !
Make it so that it always was close !
Let no evil, no sorrow, no vile separation!
Only the white night in repelling two!
Only our bodies and trembling hands ,
Among those steep turns !
Eye to eye, discharge, outfit desires!
Inside the fire, we feel that everything is easy !
Closed lips and hands touch
We're leaving , Ty , somewhere far away !
These lightning trail as branched crack
But must return the blue and calm,
Do , Lord, this woman happy ,
No do not, I'll try !

And I'll write about you beautiful novel ,
In which I 'll stay with you ,
Where you will not give anyone ,
You are mine, only mine !
And yet , no matter what will happen ,
No matter what was before us,
We do not need to think about anything
Now the whole world - for us!

Like stones, like the sun on broken glass ,
As if we alone draws ,
Our meetings are similar to a duel
When she's around , all the senses are united!
I remember the words vacuum heated seconds !
Multidimensional silence - simple gestures !
Fascinated alive - I risk !
Spill compliments holy water!
are there not heard muffled sounds
Discussions children - innocent clean!
And I silently look at the trembling hands !
How lovely and clean you smile !
It is dangerous , there 's cool, ramps ,
weakened bridges, there mad haze !
I love this woman , O Lord !
Make it so that it always was close !

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