So the meeting, good evening, we start dancing
We begin to smile, you can undress
I burst, I do not need to be shy here
I will blow up your dance floor and dissolve in space
Everything is so simple-beloved brava-cot
I want my tidbit on this island
In the tip of the apostrov, come to your senses, you remember this
Stable degree, half will merge at midnight
To be affected on lights is a classic of the genre
Festival in full composition, I am the program of the program
She will remove everything, she is from the cover of the magazine
This beech is falling from the very beginning
Pour samboka into yourself, Buka - I am the program of the program
I am a program of a program without a phonogram
Against the background of this night you are just a goddess
Remember ... remember my name
Pour samboka into yourself, Buka - I am the program of the program
I am a program of a program without a phonogram
Against the background of this night you are just a goddess
Remember ... remember my name
I am the program of the program
Without a phonogram
You are just a goddess
Remember my name
Come on an adult way-hundreds of views in my direction
Yes, I'm in the top and you are top, stomping the floor - everything is equally
We are all the same, but we are all the same
Did not compare you with anyone, but still
Get your feet, rub out in words,
Grind with deeds, digest your brains
Only up your hands, call your mom
If you like it, he will live with us
Do not bend a stick with others
Don't worry about me, I am your amigo
Pull out when we stay together
You also repeat after me "Hey!"
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Buka
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Pour samboka into yourself, Buka - I am the program of the program
I am a program of a program without a phonogram
Against the background of this night you are just a goddess
Remember ... remember my name
Pour samboka into yourself, Buka - I am the program of the program
I am a program of a program without a phonogram
Against the background of this night you are just a goddess
Remember ... remember my name
I am the program of the program
Without a phonogram
You are just a goddess
Remember my name
Pour samboka into yourself, Buka - I am the program of the program
I am a program of a program without a phonogram
Against the background of this night you are just a goddess
Remember ... remember my name
