Текст песни Александр Матюхин - М. Шехтман. Я трону прелестную руку...

I throne lovely hand
I'll be jealous and eloquent
Under the bitter Koshkin flour,
What pulls a bad guitarist.

Questionable chic restaurant.
Mirror glare and darkness ...
The vagaries of random and strange
Fate brought us here.

But blёstkah eastern palette
The Mace splendor mirrors,
The caper straightforward guitar
A special ritual lives ...

And, therefore, merging with melody
Shoulders in a blinding glory,
Play my woman, Eve,
Oh, to believe it!

So that fingers slid in love
That passion seemed game
That sleepy caress Boston
I wanted to pull up in the morning!

Scenes from the Garden of Eden
Let himself be inspired!
And I do not need to try and -
- So I like the role!

The fate of the Leafs your script:
From blue celestial gate
Zmeёnysh already crawls
And Apple submits us ...