Игорь Крутой - Романтическая мелодия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When I fix my eyes. Gors, a small house on a snowy cliff. A burning fireplace. Before a fireplace is a white sofa and a black skin! Everything is strewn with petals of red roses. And candles are burning around! And only this music, love and our crazy desire and breathing of rupture