para-mi - Не курю и не мечтаю. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the distant kingdom, in a wrapped princess, she whispered to her adored snakes, which no longer believes in the nightmarish ski ski that she was only an invention of the writer with Altsgemer's disease. So the girl wrote about me, whom I saw in one of the most ordinary summer invaders. Which for a long time and without repetitions. I? What about me? I do not smoke and do not dream. The second is not true, although it could be very, very beautiful. You know, there, there you and I laugh radically, and then you take me to that cool coffee shop with large windows, with sweet words to ugly tea. I wouldn’t miss these, it would not be so magical and wise. Magic-wise.

You can know these as much as you like, you know, but we are in different cities and every “ah” manually, and today I have a thunderstorm, my voice trembles, and someone said that for a long time. Outside the window is something like August. Rings fall from the fingers, but I still smile. Honey and fragilely hold you by the hand in my thoughts, a fool in myself - in myself, and you are in myself. How good it is that my world is cozy and quiet. There are only a couple of books, a piece of the embankment and casually braided hair, as always gentle and cute. Let you not hear the steps of autumn, her songs. Let her not touch you with leaves, will not affect anyone for these couple of minutes of my voice ... you will not hear the steps of autumn, her songs. Let her not touch you with leaves, will not affect anyone for these couple of minutes of my voice ... you will not hear the steps of autumn, her songs. Let her not touch you with leaves, will not affect anyone for these couple of minutes of my voice ... you will not hear the steps of autumn, her songs. Let her not touch you with leaves, not affect anyone for these couple of minutes of my voice ...