And near the shore, a wave with a cold ray frolic. Oh, how cool and fun it is for us to swim on the sleeping waves in the evening. The sun went out in a foggy distance, the stars of the lamps lit up at night.
..at first glance, in the well-known even a fan of chanson in the cafe evening clip Inna Amazing pornography much more than was allowed - but this is not true. In this clip, pornography is even less than in the previously released "Hot", which is for her the opening of the road to gilding and, perhaps, the main work of our diva. How can you judge without seeing the evidence? Just look at the screen: the heroine is dressed in a revealing swimsuit in a black and white strip, which will stick to her body; after that, she is replaced by colorful panties and a bra, and the holidaymaker herself on the beach basks under the trickles that flow into her... yes. Three niggies lick their Eskimo, exhausted at the sight of this, and then there is a boy next to him, which does not take his eyes off its sweetness. If all this does not refer to Zhimskaya Tinto Brass - then something very close, or I really want, or I love Zhimskaya, and I want to see her more, yes. In any case, eroticism is here in bulk, and to the place it is very much (not at all perverse, and even children are useful before bedtime). Don’t look for pornography in Inna’s clips, children – she is not friends with her; maybe, being a kind of island outside the abyss of all that, yes. The dump in the direction of the love component, where she sits in the hands of her brave savior, who took her out of the fall into those very depths, seems somewhat far-fetched, if not superfluous, but "extra people" in this clip there is no, and even the surfer who saddled the crest of the wave in a fit of passion, also with his rights.
Playing hard in the tops of the hills, the wind brings the breath of flowers. Oh, how wonderful, cool with songs to swim and wet curls over the sea to dry.
"Why do you look like this?" asks, burning with all his wet being Helen Alexander Apostolian, not understanding what attracted her that stranger with the press, and why she is reaching for him in the wind. No; well, it is clear that he saved her, and she would not reach for anyone without him; it is clear that he has a press; it is clear that it is cozy in his arms ... but it seems to her that the feeling is deep - like the sea in which she almost drowned just now. At the very beginning of her ode to the sand, she managed to assume that, perhaps, it was all her solitude, and it is from this that she sees the press - amazing, and his face - native. But not everything is so simple: the fact that she feels next to him "alive" - we explain in full, but after all, such a word form as "meaning of life" is also used here, and this is much the same swimsuit presses the body. Inna will certainly understand her feelings; and, wearing something denser than a tight-fitting swimsuit, she will visit a local club, where one of those niggs who admired her with a flowing Eskimo has long been settled. No; I still stand where she does not want to be a part of all depravity that is done by people without memory.
Is there anyone left in the deep sea? The moon, smiling, looks in the wave. And the stars, decorating the palace blue, sparkle and extinguish one by one.
Total: the lambada from Inna comes out super-romantic, and some all sad even - a little knocks you off the board, or tightens your network. But you are not at all sorry, and do not feel sorry for you because this mood so disposes to peace. And now imagine: the mood is peace; and Inna on the board next to. He did not know Paradise because it was not given to him.
9 out of 10.
Joyfully, cheerfully we will swim on the wave, See in the waters how it trembles and how it goes out.