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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 is able to see
Four satellites per minute.
And find a four-leaf clover
Where there is no colors at all.
It is usually paradoxical,
Parallel perpendicular.
Barefoot, in a night shirt,
She dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset
She seems to wash off her pain.
And she is beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible
Do not love it just unreal.
She is my main feeling
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what it matters,
After all, it is impossible to catch it.
She can really be comfortable
Like the domains that are preparing to eat.
She can roll the hysteria
But not so to break.
She is as a summary of the necessary qualities,
Sea energy.
In transparent peignoire,
Barefoot, she dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset
She seems to wash off her pain.
And she is beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible
Do not love it just unreal.
She is my main feeling
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what it matters,
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'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 An Impossible Debate
Four satellites per minute.
And find a four-leaf clover
Where there is no colors at all.
It is usually paradoxical,
Parallel perpendicular.
Barefoot, in a night shirt,
She dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset
She seems to wash off her pain.
And she is beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible
Do not love it just unreal.
She is my main feeling
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what it matters,
After all, it is impossible to catch it.
She can really be comfortable
Like the domains that are preparing to eat.
She can roll the hysteria
But not so to break.
She is as a summary of the necessary qualities,
Sea energy.
In transparent peignoire,
Barefoot, she dances in the rain,
From sunset to sunset
She seems to wash off her pain.
And she is beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn irresistible
Do not love it just unreal.
She is my main feeling
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what it matters,
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'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 An Impossible Debate