Oh, Daria, I torn the calendar
I'm not watching the clock
I observe only your gaze
Oh, Daria, in the way, Daria me
If it smells of burning
So, let's dance on the charcoal
This will be our first dance
Which was not
We rush again
By the Parabole Strapping Up
And in the open roof of the car
The sky smiles at us
And in the sky somewhere
Air flies a boat
Oh, Daria, I torn the calendar
I'm not watching the clock
I observe only your gaze
Oh, Daria, in the way, Daria me
If it smells of burning
So, let's dance on the charcoal
Oh, Daria
I went outside
Late and look
In the sky the moon was
And stars-stars
How much I did not look
I am in that space cosmos
I have never seen a star
Like you
I went out late and look
Cars squinted at the headlights of the formidable
And you were serious as Pozner-Pozner
And I, I carry you flowers
Oh, Daria, I torn the calendar
I'm not watching the clock
I observe only your gaze
Oh, Daria, in the way, Daria me
If it smells of burning
So, let's dance on the charcoal
Oh, Daria, I torn the calendar
I'm not watching the clock
I observe only your gaze
Oh, Daria, in the way, Daria me
If it smells of burning
So, let's dance on the charcoal
Oh, Daria
