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Она способна разглядеть
Четыре спутника за минуту.
И найти четырехлистный клевер
Там, где вообще не бывает цветов.
Она привычно парадоксальна,
Параллельно перпендикулярна.
Босиком, в ночной рубашке,
Она танцует под дождем,
От заката до заката,
Она словно смывает свою боль.
И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая,
Чертовски неотразимая,
Не любить ее просто нереально.
Она - мое основное чувство,
Пир во время чумы,
Но какое это имеет значение,
Ведь поймать ее невозможно.
Она действительно может быть удобной,
Подобно домовенкам, которые готовят кушать.
Она может закатить истерику,
Но не настолько, чтобы сорваться.
Она как конспект нужных качеств,
Море энергетики.
В прозрачном пеньюаре,
Босиком, она танцует под дождем,
От заката до заката,
Она словно смывает свою боль.
И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая,
Чертовски неотразимая,
Не любить ее просто нереально.
Она - мое основное чувство,
Пир во время чумы,
Но какое это имеет значение,
Это не обсуждается
She can see about four satellites
Every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover
Where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical,
A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns,
That's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful
like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical,
But never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome,
The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns,
Barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate
Четыре спутника за минуту.
И найти четырехлистный клевер
Там, где вообще не бывает цветов.
Она привычно парадоксальна,
Параллельно перпендикулярна.
Босиком, в ночной рубашке,
Она танцует под дождем,
От заката до заката,
Она словно смывает свою боль.
И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая,
Чертовски неотразимая,
Не любить ее просто нереально.
Она - мое основное чувство,
Пир во время чумы,
Но какое это имеет значение,
Ведь поймать ее невозможно.
Она действительно может быть удобной,
Подобно домовенкам, которые готовят кушать.
Она может закатить истерику,
Но не настолько, чтобы сорваться.
Она как конспект нужных качеств,
Море энергетики.
В прозрачном пеньюаре,
Босиком, она танцует под дождем,
От заката до заката,
Она словно смывает свою боль.
И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая,
Чертовски неотразимая,
Не любить ее просто нереально.
Она - мое основное чувство,
Пир во время чумы,
Но какое это имеет значение,
Это не обсуждается
She can see about four satellites
Every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover
Where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical,
A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns,
That's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful
like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical,
But never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome,
The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns,
Barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate
She can see
Four satellites per minute.
And find the four-leafed clover
Where there are no flowers at all.
It is habitually paradoxical,
In parallel, it is perpendicular.
Barefoot, in a nightgown,
She dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset,
It's like she washes away her pain.
And it's beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible,
Do not love her just unreal.
She is my basic feeling,
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what does it matter,
After all, it's impossible to catch it.
It really can be convenient,
Like homemakers who are preparing to eat.
She can throw a tantrum,
But not enough to break.
It is like a summary of the necessary qualities,
The sea of energy.
In a transparent negligee,
Barefoot, she dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset,
It's like she washes away her pain.
And it's beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible,
Do not love her just unreal.
She is my basic feeling,
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what does it matter,
This is not discussed
She can see about four satellites
Every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover
Where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical,
A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns,
That's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful
like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical,
But never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome,
The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns,
Barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's an empty debate
Four satellites per minute.
And find the four-leafed clover
Where there are no flowers at all.
It is habitually paradoxical,
In parallel, it is perpendicular.
Barefoot, in a nightgown,
She dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset,
It's like she washes away her pain.
And it's beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible,
Do not love her just unreal.
She is my basic feeling,
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what does it matter,
After all, it's impossible to catch it.
It really can be convenient,
Like homemakers who are preparing to eat.
She can throw a tantrum,
But not enough to break.
It is like a summary of the necessary qualities,
The sea of energy.
In a transparent negligee,
Barefoot, she dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset,
It's like she washes away her pain.
And it's beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible,
Do not love her just unreal.
She is my basic feeling,
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what does it matter,
This is not discussed
She can see about four satellites
Every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover
Where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical,
A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns,
That's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful
like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical,
But never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome,
The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns,
Barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's an empty debate