Текст песни Игорь Пешков - Домики на песке

I met her painting
 Little houses in the sand.
 I did not sleep that night. Dancing
 marveled
 Shadows on the ceiling.

 I remember the focus
 Mine on her movements.

 Today she is a candidate
 In the queen of imagination.

 Then we were introduced to a laugh
 Nosed that man.
 Siberian night winding
 wearily
 Blown from century to century.

 I didn’t remember anything from his words,
 But, unfortunately,

 I did not remember anything from her words.
 Just a spring smile

 And I still remember the look.
 And I didn’t forget my locks,
 What do they imagine falling
 danger
 Like a staircase without a railing.

 Since then, it never bored me
 In the evening from idleness.

 My head is obedient
 Factory product

 As a result, producing
 Story in verse
 About how the girl draws
 with fingers
 Little houses in the sand.