Marselle - Даа, это всё она - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yes, it’s all her, sheaaa... You know... You know, she was like from heaven, Free, like a bird, fluttering, All unearthly, like the wind, Just as excited, shy, but friendly. A little proud, like fire. You see... Like the weather in Paris - You'll never guess. Silent, everything speaks through dance. Will charm you with a smile and soft blush. So young, it’s like she has a backpack on her back. Loves the urban air, Loves, but does not honor the gloss A Eyes.. Eyes like lilac clouds, Like cherries fragile in spring. ..And after that you ask, what did I find in her? Do you like the sound of old tape recorders?.. How this crackling and lung noise caresses your ears, How this saxophone destroys your mind. ..Such people are immediately visible. For them, the shine of the soul is more important than the brightness of the rhinestones. She's the only one like that, you know, man? Like a mirage, like a deception. I know you understand me, man. I know...