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  • Текст песни Poets Of The Fall - Miss Imposible

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    Она способна разглядеть
    Четыре спутника за минуту.
    И найти четырехлистный клевер
    Там, где вообще не бывает цветов.
    Она привычно парадоксальна,
    Параллельно перпендикулярна.

    Босиком, в ночной рубашке,
    Она танцует под дождем,
    От заката до заката,
    Она словно смывает свою боль.

    И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая,
    Чертовски неотразимая,
    Не любить ее просто нереально.
    Она - мое основное чувство,
    Пир во время чумы,
    Но какое это имеет значение,
    Ведь поймать ее невозможно.

    Она действительно может быть удобной,
    Подобно домовенкам, которые готовят кушать.
    Она может закатить истерику,
    Но не настолько, чтобы сорваться.
    Она как конспект нужных качеств,
    Море энергетики.

    В прозрачном пеньюаре,
    Босиком, она танцует под дождем,
    От заката до заката,
    Она словно смывает свою боль.

    И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая,
    Чертовски неотразимая,
    Не любить ее просто нереально.
    Она - мое основное чувство,
    Пир во время чумы,
    Но какое это имеет значение,
    Это не обсуждается

    She can see about four satellites
    Every minute of the hour
    And find a four leaf clover
    Where you never saw a flower
    She's habitually paradoxical,
    A parallel perpendicular

    Barefoot in nightgowns,
    That's how she dances in the rain
    Sundown to sundown,
    Like she was washing 'way her pain

    As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
    Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
    She is my common sense, revels on decadence
    But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her

    She can really be a handful
    like the brownies that she bakes you
    It can be a tad hysterical,
    But never quite the breakthrough
    She's some kind of an epitome,
    The sea of intranquility

    In flimsy nightgowns,
    Barefoot she dances in the rain
    Sundown to sundown,
    Like she was washing 'way her pain

    As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
    Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
    She is my common sense, revels on decadence
    But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate

    It is able to discern
    Four satellites per minute.
    And find a four-leaf clover
    Where there is no color .
    She habitually paradoxical ,
    Parallel to perpendicular .

    Barefoot and in a nightgown ,
    She dances in the rain,
    From sunset to sunset ,
    She seemed to wash away your pain .

    And she is a beautiful , unpredictable ,
    Damn compelling ,
    Do not love it just is not realistic.
    She - my main feeling
    Feast in Time of Plague ,
    But what does it matter ,
    After all, it is impossible to catch .

    It can really be comfortable,
    Like domovenkom who cook eat .
    She can throw a tantrum ,
    But not enough to hang on.
    It is like a summary of the necessary qualities
    Sea power.

    In a transparent negligee
    Barefoot , she dances in the rain,
    From sunset to sunset ,
    She seemed to wash away your pain .

    And she is a beautiful , unpredictable ,
    Damn compelling ,
    Do not love it just is not realistic.
    She - my main feeling
    Feast in Time of Plague ,
    But what does it matter ,
    It is not discussed

    She can see about four satellites
    Every minute of the hour
    And find a four leaf clover
    Where you never saw a flower
    She's habitually paradoxical,
    A parallel perpendicular

    Barefoot in nightgowns,
    That's how she dances in the rain
    Sundown to sundown,
    Like she was washing 'way her pain

    As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
    Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
    She is my common sense, revels on decadence
    But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her

    She can really be a handful
    like the brownies that she bakes you
    It can be a tad hysterical,
    But never quite the breakthrough
    She's some kind of an epitome,
    The sea of ​​intranquility

    In flimsy nightgowns,
    Barefoot she dances in the rain
    Sundown to sundown,
    Like she was washing 'way her pain

    As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
    Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
    She is my common sense, revels on decadence
    But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate

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