Текст песни Спящие - Улыбка русской девочки.

Braids brown, blue eyes
On the bright idea of ​​earthly love
Like dew drops her soul is pure
Of deaf silence of a beautiful maiden
Bustle of the big city is not touched ...

In the beauty of my homeland of great power
How did that cute girl that was born in Russia
Innocent soul about her bottom expanses
Still does not know sorrow and all these stories.
Sweet and virginal as wildlife
After all, she does not need a big city and his freedom.
Race for fashion, swirls expensive breed
And the mood sometimes depends on the weather
For years, people like me are looking for your ideal
Now understand what Yesenin wrote.
Have you seen most of these eyes, they like the ocean
And I'm ready to drown them ilsh to achieve my bottom.
Ta-a-am, where dreams still live
Exactly where you native soul love and wait
She still thinks when the Lord would help her
Find the one with whom she would like.

Braids brown, blue eyes
On the bright idea of ​​earthly love
Like dew drops her soul is pure
Of deaf silence of a beautiful maiden
Bustle of the big city is not touched ...

Smiling Russian girl brings scrip
At its heart is the fire in my soul spring blooms
Fearing a megacity, as well afraid of height
Through time it will carry children's dreams.
And strange to play her dreams heart beating against the rocks
She does not like when life turns into a drama
And plan for there is no doubt that it is one
In the harsh world will build a sand castle
Lock that will not destroy any one passerby
Circling over her fairies because they are so similar
And the bright eyes and hair (?)
It is not just a girl - she is a princess
To the best naive, but she does not believe in fairy tales
Little angel on her shoulder ramazhet paint
All's well that in this night dream again
Believe me, she will find her prince.

Braids brown, blue eyes
On the bright idea of ​​earthly love
Like dew drops her soul is pure
Of deaf silence of a beautiful maiden
Bustle of the big city is not touched ...

Good thoughts, pure
Thinking about love sincere
Believes that kazhy find shelter ...
Wildlife shrouded
In the city does not go, there it is closely
Believes that happiness is about to come ...

Braids brown, blue eyes
On the bright idea of ​​earthly love
Like dew drops her soul is pure
Of deaf silence of a beautiful maiden
Bustle of the city untouched ... (2)