Lyrics Александр Авраменко - Она любила солнце
Views
76
0 people consider the lyrics to be true
0 people consider the lyrics of the song incorrect
The lyrics of the song are provided for your reference Александр Авраменко - Она любила солнце, and also a translation of a song with a video or clip.
Она просыпается, отчаянно щурясь,
И в каждой клеточке юного тела,
Яростно жмурится кошечка-юность,
Она потянулась и медленно села.
Она любила ходить босиком,
Она любила БГ и молоко,
Она любила цветы и Пикассо,
Но больше всего она любила.
Солнце,
Солнце,
Солнце
Ее тело пахнет алжирским вином,
Богемское стекло, хрупкие пальцы,
Бьются жгучим весенним ключом,
В котором бесятся солнечные зайцы.
Она любила ходить босиком,
Она любила БГ и молоко,
Она любила цветы и Пикассо,
Но больше всего она любила.
Солнце,
Солнце,
Солнце
И если Солнце однажды не встанет,
Такое вполне может случиться
То мир не проснется и просто остынет,
В пепле ее темных колосьев.
Цветущих (небрежно) на лоне ее,
Откуда вливается в мир,
Ярким, ясным, теплым медом,
В соты (окон) ваших квартир
Солнце,
Солнце,
Солнце
Она носила
Солнце,
Солнце,
Солнце
Смотрите, это
Солнце,
Солнце,
Солнце
Она любила ходить босиком,
Она любила БГ и молоко,
Она любила цветы и Пикассо,
Но больше всего она любила.
Солнце,
Солнце,
Солнце
Александр Авраменко (с) www.вселенна-я.рф
She wakes up, squinting desperately,
And in every cell of a young body,
Kitten-youth frowns fiercely,
She stretched and slowly sat down.
She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
Her body smells of Algerian wine,
Bohemian glass, fragile fingers,
They struggle with a burning spring key,
In which the rabbits are furious.
She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
And if the Sun does not rise one day,
This may well happen
Then the world will not wake up and just cool down,
In the ashes of her dark ears.
Blooming (carelessly) in her bosom,
Whence flows into the world,
Bright, clear, warm honey,
In the honeycomb (windows) of your apartments
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
She wore
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
See, this is
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
Alexander Avramenko (c) www.sevolenna-ya.rf
And in every cell of a young body,
Kitten-youth frowns fiercely,
She stretched and slowly sat down.
She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
Her body smells of Algerian wine,
Bohemian glass, fragile fingers,
They struggle with a burning spring key,
In which the rabbits are furious.
She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
And if the Sun does not rise one day,
This may well happen
Then the world will not wake up and just cool down,
In the ashes of her dark ears.
Blooming (carelessly) in her bosom,
Whence flows into the world,
Bright, clear, warm honey,
In the honeycomb (windows) of your apartments
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
She wore
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
See, this is
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
She loved to walk barefoot,
She loved BG and milk,
She loved flowers and Picasso,
But most of all she loved.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun
Alexander Avramenko (c) www.sevolenna-ya.rf