Gregorylka - Она - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

She smells of male Kenzo and adrenaline, learned to weigh every gram in life. She has boots - 3 pairs - walking on the backs and only sneakers - to run in them in the morning. She is someone's find, secret, wife and mother, she can-cognac, off-road, spikes and dirt. But when she approaches the temple on Sunday, from the bell tower she waves her wing, laughing. She knows so little, but she knows quite accurately, and the poems will not tell her main secret ... by the way, the habit of going to bed in 12 in the morning is just a side, forced, effect. You write to her in a personal - and how, they say, and what you had, preparing the texts, digging in her soul. Her kamasutra is embroidered on bed and Harley will certainly be prescribed in the garage. She remembers a waltz in the palace with golden chandeliers, and how she howled in pain, was saved by chance ...

This girl is too much

too much

He knows how to feel ...

And what pays for this - she knows alone.