Приходи на обед

And one morning not entered into her house
Someone stirred the clock and dreams
Cools coffee, empty the table
At its quirks goddesses

   Come dine with her at the output
   On Monday, the end light
   Dampen the sky, well, so what
   Come to her for lunch

Give her everything today than you are rich
Love has no tomorrow, not yesterday
She is more your light sun hundredfold
But little is left till morning

   Come dine with her at the output
   On Monday, the end light
   Dampen the sky, well, so what
   Come to her for lunch

And one morning not entered into her house
Not a dog barked at the door
And she seemed to without having the
Suddenly goes out of his chamber

   Come dine with her at the output
   On Monday, the end light
   Dampen the sky, well, so what
   Come to her for lunch