Текст песни Дмитрий Кравченко - Твои локоны черны, как смоль...

Your tresses jet black,
A voice like a thin thread.
To you I have for many years been looking for a password,
And it is - not the last attempt ...

Bouquets of roses .. Though the snow from the high mountains!
For your sake I am ready for any ...
My words - not just stupid nonsense!
I, however, promise to be with you!

Ready to look like on fire,
I was always the beautiful smile;
Keep your hand in hand;
I love you so tenderly, so passionately;

Ready to carry you on their hands, I!
I wish we got to the stars!
I sing again in his poems
Those feelings, that fire burning.

I do not know, I do not love,
Hitherto I lived in this world ..
I want that on you
They were like our children ..