Blonde Driving a Convertible
The Croisette is rushing along the embankment!
July. Heat. It's already the top of summer.
The sirens howl loudly after them.
The girl is having fun! The wind is whistling!
In loose flying hair.
Her soul does not seek peace,
And there is a smile on his face, not fear!
Chorus.
Fly forward, my love,
Fly to spite the storms!
Let the wind disperse the blood,
Unleash the sails!
Fly forward to your dream,
Fly to the evil of your enemies!
Fly forward to your star,
Fly like a hurricane!
Blonde Woman Driving a Convertible
Flying towards the sun and fate,
And let summer bloom in Europe,
Blondes feel good always, everywhere!
Cherchez la femme," she almost laughs.
Fountains, palm trees, people - no problem!
The gendarmes are "on their tails", and she is numb,
Let these gentlemen know Ours!
Chorus.
Blonde
© Copyright: Святослав Соловьев, 2026
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