Текст песни CentralPark - Девочка журнала

The lady is not just a number melt
who are you an angel sent to me a bird of paradise
What taish eyes and thoughts are not native Tom
Please tell me that does not fly away
You do not smoke but the smoke Serve!
Beauty from the suburbs distance forgive
I doedu all right books to read
I remember how we wiped the tears of laughter I
A glass full of feelings can not see the edges
The lady of my dreams lady sweet dreams
I will write to you and there is no mistake
I know that when I write the smile on his face
For your eyes for your laughter
During the heat of your hand for hugs cover
Then see how much snow around
Hand hold that you had not fallen on the ice

Beautiful smiling girl magazine
Gently hold slowly leaf through
To snatch a couple of sheets of your head
Write a line where its just you and me

Seven times think of one answer
Answer true if you do not let the wind
Peresproshu continue to think the eighth time
And I will not ask until your
Oyoyoy eyes what
And what legs lady with pictures
Save with routine funiture lights
Walking in the city of lights and cars
If you become a drink to the bottom of the river
If you become the wind in your perch
The sun will become ready to burn you
I do not become a bird I do not fly
I sit in an empty tram that carries a margin
And you only hear him whisper like the final
I will write you probably have some fun together
Lady riddle decision not known
Is it right that I wrote it all
If it is placed before the answer
I would be an artist, you'd be on the canvas
Already asleep? Okay fly there for me in my dreams