Текст песни Виктор Королев - Прикоснись

I do not cry at my beauty,
I like you so.
And all the anxiety in my soul -
You deal with them.
I do not cry, my beauty,
So cute...
I will not leave never
You, darling.

Touch the shoulder, the shoulder
I think, my dear!
About you such a
I thought, remembering.
Rustle of gardens, orchards,
and soft foliage
At the dawn of smoke enveloped
With a white fatoyu.

In response heard your words -
Waves are rolling,
And me so hard without you,
I want to repent.
Do not cry, my beauty, with me,
I like you so
You should know that in the heart forever
my stay.

Touch the shoulder, the shoulder
I think, my dear!
About you such a
I thought, remembering.
Rustle of gardens, orchards,
and soft foliage
At the dawn of smoke enveloped
With a white fatoyu.