Текст песни Наталья Кучер - Белые кружева

White lace wave at the feet shook,
Light clouds day for a bear.
This surf - light steps of my sorrow,
This rock - the threshold of a strange kind of love.
Night obscure the sky gray azure,
Bird wandering dropped at the feet of foliage.
Red fire blazing autumn soul again.
It would ignite it, - in that it is right ...

We see again the creator of their tangled yarn,
In the eternal tangle of my passions thread weave.
Blankets of your words my shoulders he Kuta
She carried me in his arms - only not tired.
Sweet pain my, does not disappear, it is not necessary.
More heat waves, we have enough for two.
Thirst can not stop my love look
Not razorvesh solar ring of my hands ...

White lace wave at the feet shook,
Light clouds day for a bear ...
This surf - light steps of my sorrow,
This rock - a strange threshold, such eternal,
Good kind of love ...