Денис Ворвуль - Насте
текст песни

probably these are the moments in which frankly
We want to talk about that and about it
about the feelings that they did not cool down, or died
At the bottom of sea sadness and resentment
Or maybe about a distant, so cruel
And lonely, but still dear volume
About the one that the heart was torn to pieces,
With such a simple gesture, clicking on the bad weather

or about happiness, so beautiful,
With the smell of spirits, named Nastya
With an impeccable smile, gorgeous eyes,
who pierce you in hundreds of meters
Sitting in one hall, in expectation mode
You were waiting for a gesture from her, not knowing
Where will she go, to you or from you
In the hands of her you are a pawn without a horse

Against her smile, you are frozen
and you don't need an antidote, this is a quiet horror
from which you go crazy ,,
While she draws her lips and powders a nose
does not powder brains, it just can be played
like me, simple guys
But I am ready to obey her, because there are not many of them
there is something to chase and beat your feet

POP.

But I know for sure that I will not save
While I'm not jealous, now I'm high
From the fact that she is near
Kisses and caresses with his gaze
Days fly like birds, months-pages
were empty before her, now everything sparkle
From the charge that is happy
She shares with me, she does not need a return

I became few days when I knew
The taste of her lips, the moon fell from heaven
and broke the wall of doubt that interfered
become happier, at least a moment
Every week, I'm waiting for Sunday,
To feel allocation again
from her touches, and kisses, an angel in the flesh, come, I pray