He is on the boat, boat in the sea.
Kati Mountain, the first Kate Gorya.
From love to hate disparison, we argue.
As from Montenegro to Montenegro.
The quiet world is blown up, bored quarrel.
Masses the city in the tube Pisselnoe.
In the life of the song Dorn, you hear, do a honey.
This sniper from the roof of the house took off your cupid.
This is not so shameful, it is mediocre.
Borne Identification for Standard Bar.
Behind the stack of a stack - vodka, cleans karma.
And he is on himself, and he is too high for himself.
A strange dream will dreamed, there will be there again.
Wakes thunder, outside the city window old.
Films with a sad end.
Songs, Songs, Sad, Sad Guitar.
Songs, Songs, Sad, Sad Guitar.
Songs, Songs, Sad, Sad Guitar.
Songs, Songs, Sad, Sad Guitar.
Morning from night, chop very.
Pulse temporal, in the morning roses of Sochi.
How to get to the station is clear.
It is not yet clear, but very, really want.
You are higher, you're an octave above.
You are for someone food, you are for someone the roof.
But quieter, please hide.
You say, you say, but he does not hear.
Quieter, quieter, quieter ...
Quieter, quieter, quieter ...
Quieter, quieter, quieter ...
Quieter, quieter, quieter ...