Текст песни Ирина Орищенко - Весенняя цыганочка

Sky - two from the ground - half
Share us with you whether it is necessary?
If the stars were falling, and where,
That is not beyond the sea, and in the palm of your.
Clear up, cleared up,
And spring comes damned.
And where are my days in a hurry?
Run away like horses buckskin.

It stirs the wrong time
The heart of a bird of passage.
Hand - to the occasion, foot - to the stapes,
But standing on the ground, I'm still standing.
That is my only weapon in the unconscious, whether in shyness,
And the soul there - into the deep blue ...
Oh, freestyle - I'm at liberty to liberty.
Do not you judge me, I'm not strong.

I'm torn as kerchief,
On a good and clumsy.
I gave their polovinochku:
Stronger - enemies, you - the weak.
And we are with you apart toil,
Call my soul from the height of ...
And the next morning, when parted,
A look crazy from all'll hide you ...