Текст песни Александр Авраменко - Она любила солнце

She wakes up, squinting desperately,
And in every cell of a young body,
Kitten-youth frowns fiercely,
She stretched and slowly sat down.

She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
            The sun,
                         The sun

Her body smells of Algerian wine,
Bohemian glass, fragile fingers,
They struggle with a burning spring key,
In which the rabbits are furious.

She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
            The sun,
                         The sun

And if the Sun does not rise one day,
This may well happen
Then the world will not wake up and just cool down,
In the ashes of her dark ears.

Blooming (carelessly) in her bosom,
Whence flows into the world,
Bright, clear, warm honey,
In the honeycomb (windows) of your apartments
The sun,
            The sun,
                         The sun
She wore
The sun,
            The sun,
                         The sun

See, this is
The sun,
            The sun,
                         The sun

She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
            The sun,
                         The sun

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