He was the coolest, success was waiting for him everywhere,
Many looked after him ...
And she is twenty years old, who has not found the answer,
The question is, is there happiness or not?
He was a rebel! And jokingly played with fire
And his whole life was his mess.
She was destined to hit the glass with a butterfly
Behind which is emptiness and darkness!
Chorus:
Consolation, dream,
It seemed to her the night when he was with her ...
With pleasure, it burned for him ...
Satisfying passion ardor!
Consolation, dreaming,
It seemed to her the night when he was with her ...
With pleasure, it burned for him ...
Satisfying passion ardor!
He knew the answer to everything, drove through a red light
He could not live otherwise.
She liked to dream, read poetry about love,
And I was always waiting for his call.
He was often rude, despised her friends!
He himself had no friends ...
And she didn't care, she only needed one thing
So that he just returned to her!
Chorus:
Consolation, dream,
It seemed to her the night when he was with her ...
With pleasure, it burned for him ...
Satisfying passion ardor!
Consolation, dream,
It seemed to her the night when he was with her ...
With pleasure, it burned for him ...
Satisfying passion ardor!
Consolation, dream,
It seemed to her the night when he was with her ...
With pleasure, it burned for him ...
Satisfying passion ardor!
Consolation, dream,
It seemed to her the night when he was with her ...
With pleasure, it burned for him ...
