Текст песни Zambezi - Она

nervously to braid your hair braided ,
believe in prophetic dreams ...
often had little inspiration ,
therefore waited for the smell of spring .
morning of the packages vymyatoy clothing
fresh breeze slips through the balcony,
lost everything and only pauses somewhere between ,
in a quiet room scream phone
on a city sidewalk dust kicks ,
bars on the windows of the first floor
it is open but who do not read ,
and who had read long ago forgot about it

chorus
she forgotten she was tired ,
she, she , whom no one , someone former

years that go, then do not wait for years
turning time into a second-rate product
yes there and my mother every day dripping grandchildren demands while keeping her stool ,
red threads , turn a little passed,
was good but it is small,
would have known then what uporhnet the window
happiness is something that did not notice ...
one guy was all flowers gave ,
all walking around walked in love swore
it turned out that all her friends he Perelyub ,
money lent and sebalsya