Текст песни Алексей Ермолин - Чтоб любить эти ноги

I met those legs
Clear spring day.
And no longer cute,
And all on fire.
They chase me in dreams and reality,
Oh, my God, what do I do?
Oh, soon I'll die!

To love those legs
We need a white Cadillac.
To love those legs
We need a tuxedo or a suit.

To love those legs
We need a bank account
To love those legs
We need a precise calculation -
Sober, cold calculation.

I dreamed of your feet
At night, blue,
On the boats of shoes
We're rolling.
But suddenly sailed to you
Foppish shoes,
And you dashed off with them.
Oh, how could I have forgotten:

To love those legs
We need a white Cadillac.
To love those legs
We need a tuxedo or a suit.

To love those legs
We need a bank account
To love those legs
We need a precise calculation -
Sober, cold calculation.