Текст песни Рома Стейсон - Золушка

The black jeepyar rolled up, not asking anyone
The wicked stepmother bent only by the fact of announcing
Put on a brighter dress, smile a little more
You are waiting for a prince in a smart uniform

And do not upset your mother with your nose
Look he drags a bouquet of 101 roses
Stupid, which means prickling thorns
Your destiny, do not you dare turn off the trails

Who cares what you want for love
Do not cry, do not pity me for pity
Away from home chase your slobbering
And throw out the cakes that he brought to tea

Let's not, do not shout that you miss
Smart life behind the grievous grievances does not help?
Why are you so clueless, grabbed him
See such youthful pampering

A round table, a white tablecloth, three sit behind it
Sweet kid in a jacket named Maxim
He and his mother conduct a dialogue, words one by one
And in the minds of the Cinderellas, he himself is anonymous

And they will not save the tears, they fly from the mother of the threat
Feeling like being interrogated, it's taken to somewhere
And like everything is chic, Th is still needed
And it is necessary a little, that the liked would be series

And then loot, chic, glitter, gloss, luxury
For any damochek in a secular life, the launch
But not for Cinderella, it does not resemble others
The very anonymous, her poor groom

To hell with the carriage, to hell on the beach palaces
Remind of a heavy lobe on the wrist of the scars
But the girl learned what chustva
Because to love for her is art