Вера Полозкова - Он красивый, смешной, глаза у него фисташковые - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is terribly easy to laugh with him, it says, drinks, teases; In it, a man has not yet gained yet; She looks in the eyelashes - almost a tigress hugging a young.

He is beautiful, funny, his eyes are pistachio; It is always silent suddenly, always lyric; he wants him so much that even slightly silent; In the fingers, barous electricity.

He is a little explicit; He has a sapphire, like Wilde in that fairy tale; His speech is high; He is pulling to shoot on the film, photograph - well, to immortal, perpetuate.

He is none and all - these teeth are clamped, those on the neck hang, without holding back sobs. She burns this nursery, this smell thirst for a full possession, and jealous - unfounded, but desperately. Even more, aware of His disinfect. They go together; Outlet; wedding; Silence, hot summer noon, griesta griest.

It would only have to go with him, listen to how he sets, watch him, "So I hide - you will not find me"; She is older and also almost beautiful. Only hopeless.

She reads something to him, a little bit of manners; The sun smears with a condensed milkheads two of them oval. She sobs - sorry, Impressed something. Missed.

I waited for you, says, I knew how you look like you laughing like a strand throw from the forehead; I have all the love - I have been miscarriage, I really thought - everything, I do not endure, disadone. I hurt - and in a month I wake up and in the inside the black hot iodine yes resin. And here, looked, - Live was born. Pushed. Smiles. Learn.

He nods; He and sad, and manifolding; Throws his nose in her shoulder, hugs, harvested. He does not like her, probably since January is still - but Tomim the guilty of a senior pupil.

It will soon disappear; Both agreed on the impasse; "I am random and alien to you." He holds it, will help her for a suitcase; She will feature him in the arms, leaving.

And some kind of conduit or cleaner, looking at how she froze in the wife of Lot - stops, quietly chops, it will cry wearily - and before the evening there will be some kind of.