Izabelle

Isabelle is a girl with red hair
Isabelle's got no reason to cry
She knows, there's no need to cry

Isabelle spares no colour for living
Isabelle never spares people's blushes
She knows, there's nothing to blush

And she is getting me high
with every smile that seems much more then all words in the world
And if the moment has arrived
And if you think you've got enough courage in your pants
So maybe you'll make up your mind
To admit that she drives you crazy and you get stuck on her

But it can nothing decide
Because Isabelle never answer the message
And ever after strong aloholic beverage
You'll not become an answerback to all you want to tell
Because Isabelle not talking, she's just living, she's just laughing,
she's just loving and paints it all well

Isabelle likes to jump on the meadow
Isabelle likes to feel as a fox
She feels herself as a fox

Isabelle draws the line every evening
Isabelle draws the line on her palms
She holds her life in the hands

But
Once early morning Isabelle woke up and realized that since today she has got a secret
That such a strange feeling like an orange cat, that stretch-s herself, is deep inside

Isabelle has got a secret, and it's the most alluring words that she has ever wanted to tell
Isabelle has got a secret, and what's the worst, she could not ever paint them as well