Текст песни Сборная Союза - Позвони мне невзначай NEW2013

CALL ME chance

I remember the evening of the first meeting
And our speech under the moon.
And I fell in love, and I decided to
You leave your room.

Pr. I write poems, hand shaking,
       Line runs rough.
       Tomorrow I will give you
       Letter by courier.
       In the basket with roses accept
       My declaration of love,
       Forgive me
       For old-fashioned manners.
       Today rarely meet a person
       With manners of the seventeenth century.

I'm fascinated, I was bewitched,
Your heavenly beauty,
But I'm confused, but I lost
Well, call me, my angel.

Pr. You call me a chance,
       You invited me to tea,
       I would invite myself,
       But suddenly you hurt.
       Towards take the first step
       I walked, I do not know how,
       I'm all perevolnuyus,
       Only you will see.
       Today rarely meet a person
       With manners of the seventeenth century.