Текст песни ZLATA - Я не Дюймовочка

Alone in the crowd, no light
Cover you with a cloak from the wind
At night, as the silence on the glass
In anticipation of heat from the windows
As if resigned to the end forever
I see you with a stone face lowering heavy eyelids

Chorus:

I am not Thumbelina
But it looks like she
Long lived with glasses
Pink glass
And from the rain
Only a wet umbrella remained in the old park
Instead of the visible, the true horizon

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Round dance of celestial bodies and satellite
Caught what he wanted
Why wilted?
And the desire to make a vague
He took him back.
Would put the whole world to its feet in the hope
I will not give for this heart as before