Lyrics Игорь Корнилов - Чудо моя женщина

She does not have eyes and blue flashes
She does not have words but quiet rustles
And love for her as pure truth
I have suffered her from the gods of the meditative

Miracle of my woman
You were promised to me
My dreams are prophetic
I've been waiting for you for a long time
Miracle of my woman
Strong and tender
Clean and Sinful
And I will not give you up
No one ever

Loss

Her palms are tangled lines
As on the windows a pattern invented by hoarfrost
Just to be with her some mystery
Like an angel touching the soul

Chorus: solo Chorus:

No one ever
Miracle of my woman
Miracle of my woman

Miracle of my woman
Miracle of my woman