My lady, fire and water in the fire extinguisher
Waciak and fashion from Paris
My lady, it's you and me
My lady, two words without a trace of rhyme
Flower for a sheepskin coat in winter
My lady, it's you and me
Why then do we cling to each other?
That we even lack ourselves?
Why a big car in our eyes
It shines as if already
He was carrying four versts for us
Why they don't want to live without each other anymore
My Guardian Angel and your Guardian Angel
Why did darkness make us a couple?
Why is this the seventh year togethеr?
My lady, words tightened with a bad joke
Rosе petal with mint leaf
My lady, it's you and me
My lady, the banks separated by a river
Champagne and steamed milk
It's nice for you and me
Why then do we cling to each other?
That we even lack ourselves?
Why a big car in our eyes
It shines as if already
He was carrying four versts for us
Why they don't want to live without each other anymore
My Guardian Angel and your Guardian Angel
Why did darkness make us a couple?
Why is this the seventh year together?
Yesterday the wind blew our guests
Oh, a fairy and a fog above the meadow
They wanted to teach us love
That our kind of evil love ...