Текст песни Ирина Круг - Моя пацанка

the boy, the Moldavian
Shirt in a cage and a thick forelock
He was a thief and unknowingly
I sat down in a juvenile for robbery

And the kid had a girlfriend
Wonderful as an early lilac
On an old book, in a corner, on a shkonke
Now he writes to her every day

Chorus:
My baby-I do not sleep at night.
Soul underside, for two I will divide
My little girl is silent sadness
To you will return, To you I shall return

My baby blue eyes
Steps chasing-like on wound balm
My little girl, you're my whole life.
Wait for me, Wait for me

Solo.

Flying yearlings, and with them the term
Her happiness was so lacking
Through the forest, there are hamlets
The girl often ran there

The boy with the zone has already reconciled himself
When the foliage recurred
Now the full changed
Reverse address, but not words

Chorus:
My baby-I do not sleep at night.
Soul underside, for two I will divide
My little girl is silent sadness
To you will return, To you I shall return

My baby blue eyes
Steps chasing-like on wound balm
My little girl, you're my whole life.
Wait for me, Wait for me

Less and less letters, to him go
Less and less lines and everything is shorter
But he believed so, he is waiting there
And to know another, does not want to

He ran early, the sunrise was burning
To his beloved, to the southwest
But on alert, raised the platoon
And the guy in the sky left the stage

Chorus:
My baby-I do not sleep at night.
Soul underside, for two I will divide
My little girl is silent sadness
To you will return, To you I shall return

My baby blue eyes
Steps chasing-like on wound balm
My little girl, you're my whole life.
Wait for me, Wait for me