Текст песни Анатолий Могилевский - Твои любимые духи

For velvet curtains languish window
We do not argue, it has been decided
What was frozen - do not you dare disturb
Everything that I loved , give me a museum

Your favorite perfume
Your favorite fur
My favorite poems
Let a little boring
Their favorite flowers
unpretentious dreams
Forehead whimsical curl
His stubborn & quot; Not & quot;
Let me take a souvenir Museum, my love

Leaving carelessly , easily and without tears
As if waiting for an eternity , the road of roses
What was frozen , do not you dare disturb
Layer of dust lazy keeps my museum

Your favorite perfume
Your favorite fur
Your favorite poems
Let a little boring
Your favorite flowers
unpretentious dreams
Forehead whimsical curl curl
Your stubborn & quot; Not & quot;
Everything that I took in the Museum, my love

Ever again , you will glance to me
In brilliant refreshed in a dream holiday
It was so cute, no better than the days
All memory is forgiven , we are entering into a museum

There's those nasty spirits
There's these old bottles
There's these stupid poems
They do not make sense , for sure
There the dead flowers
There extravagant dreams
There naughty curl
There is a children's & quot; Not & quot;
You close my Museum, my love .