Алина Романова - Романс
текст песни

I would rhyme rhyme
On a white sheet
I wrote to you poetry
Remaining mine
Unknown new
You would bring your strokes

I would be a note at the note
On the five -line
Choosing their height
I would record a pen
And the lines would burn
Highlighting its warmth

I would be gentle thoughts
Scattered carelessly
Leaving Bedlam in the morning
I would be soluble
In this mug hot
Dissolved in you
Dear boor

I would be a note at the note
On the five -line
Choosing their height
I would record a pen
And the lines would burn
Highlighting his warmth

I would record a pen
And the lines would burn
Leaving its warmth