Текст песни Вольных - образ

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I do not know to what hell it was necessary to get drunk
To draw the items in your imagination
The cheekbones , collarbone , back, long fingers

And your eyes glubokobezdonnye , which at the time to drown
So like me who only image
Strangely, the lost wanderers

Straight legs and slightly rough palms
Their softness and comfort confident shoulder
For this without complaint and grant you I

To the fingertips
to shiver
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