Текст песни Иван Кайф - Катится любовь

Bezymna Castilian night,
The phallic month of January.
In the languor, an eroded bridge
So eagerly looking at the lamp.
At the sword and in the black raincoat,
Graceful, like a black tulip.
There is a old man on Madryd,
Senhor is a nobleman.
Behind his back
 
Love is rolling,
Bezymnaya love -
Love is rolling.
And it seems about to
She will doubt him;
I do not run away -
Love is rolling ...
 
Bezymna Castilian night,
Flamenco is playing gypsies.
Magic love dance
Dancing gray don Juan.
But in the young girlish girl,
And in the heart of the puffed matron
Graceful movement of the pyki
He again cuts out the fire.
And behind him
 
Love is rolling,
Bezymnaya love -
Love is rolling.
And it seems about to
She will doubt him;
I do not run away -
Love is rolling ...
 
But the efforts of women are in vain,
Fallen into a love network.
Now he decided to seduce
The last woman is daring.
And dare passtegnet his body,
He tossed the hood off his face.
And he will forget all the others,
And he will always be in love,
And behind him
 
Love will roll,
Bezymnaya love -
Love is rolling.
And it seems about to
She will doubt him;
I do not run away -
Love is rolling ...
 
Behind his back
Love is rolling,
Bezymnaya love -
Pure love.
And it seems about to
She will doubt him;
I do not run away -
Love is rolling ...
 
And love rolls,
Bezymnaya love -
Pure love.
Love is rolling ...
And behind my back
Love is rolling,
Bezymnaya love -
Pure love.
And it seems about to
She will doubt Me;
And I do not run away -
Love is rolling ...