Эмуляция Взросления - Новелла
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Sunset in the eyes from the books read
On the lips - the trembling of spring birds
Run barefoot through the yellow leaves
In a white shirt, in a white shirt...
Wrote funny phrases in an album
On the album there is an inscription: "all about one"
Raised her gaze to the sky, clutching a letter:
"And maybe it will get there, maybe it will get there?"

She did not walk barefoot through Paris
She is silent when she remembers it
Does not sing about the meaning of the world
And does not look at the shop windows
Novel of my dreams
Novel of my dreams

Braided her hair in the mood of spring,
Did not want the attention of the general crowd
Looked at the sky, it's a pity it's far away...
Send a letter, maybe it will become easy?

She didn't walk barefoot through Paris
She's silent when she remembers him
She doesn't sing about the meaning of the world
And doesn't look at the shop windows
Novel of my dreams
Novel of my dreams

Moments flew by, years passed
Everyone ran in circles, and she, as always...
She didn't hurry to meet him, let everything wait...
He has a letter, so she's doing well!

She didn't walk barefoot through Paris
She's silent when she remembers him
She doesn't sing about the meaning of the world
And doesn't look at the shop windows
Novel of my dreams
Novel of my dreams