Текст песни murat nasirov - Красавица

If propoёsh, his love,
 I'm thy song, music dreams;
 If your voice sounds in me,
 More light will be warmer, so close to you.
 String stretched into the night
 you tune sounds:

 There is not another like this.
 Beauty Come to me and sing with me,
 solёmsya we in the patterns of words,
 only those that are in the song I'm ready to give.

 Morning brings a ray of wind stroking opinion,
 Give me a song, it's more than all the awards.
 And in your eyes, in the thick of the night,
 I will seek the fire of hope, only to whisper ...
 Palm will put on the heart,
 in their confessions to say:

 There is not another like this.
 Beauty Come to me and sing with me,
 solёmsya we in the patterns of words,
 only those that are in the song I'm ready to give.

 There is not another like this.
 Beauty Come to me and sing with me,
 solёmsya we in the patterns of words,
 only those that are in the song, I give you ready.