Арсен Шавлюк - Санта Лючия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The night until the morning you are looking for answers to the rays of the rays. An uninvited guest, but the most welcome, the streets of a prodigal son, the sun in your pocket, weapon-tannets, and you are not one. AA Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa. Do so that people do not offend the poor musician, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia. He is a good guy, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, become a native for him. Every night you take off higher and higher in the morning to fall more, dangerous games, bold thoughts, you no longer want to wait. They will not be understood, rejected, but full of hope, D Pulse overtakes the bit, a cruel romantic, a vicious dreamer burns in his fire, burns. Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa. Do so that people do not offend the poor musician, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia. He is a good guy, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, become a native for him. The song of the musician, Santa Lucia, look in my eyes, but only, do not treat me, sharp as I am. Sweet as a honey bee, and you know that this party will be long-long. Nothing a saint, well, that in this, I ask this question for myself again and again, so you are ready, ready for defense. This means, besides me, no one will touch you, yeah. My eyes switch to your lips, I see that they really like nightclubs. I communicate so, this is purely between us, I am gentle, not, I am rude to you. Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa. Do so that people do not offend the poor musician, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia. He is a good guy, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, become a native for him.