I'll take a cigarette, zatarilis pyatochku
According lanes pass, go to devyatochku
And like a butterfly on my small stands and gates
And like I like a man suit C grade
And he stoned walk down alleys
And smiling, on the go, bite bun
And out of the window, even just singing Patricia
Still haunts me, my police
I shmonali opera with great readiness
They see, I'm going to be killed completely
And I say older,
Come on, all keys
And not drunk like I do not pin
And he stoned standing, mow to fool
And smiling, on the go, bite bun
And out of the window, even just singing Patricia
Still haunts me, my police
Though I have to search the linen undergarments
Well, not cold at me or fire
Oh, chrysanthemum bloom and smell of rubber plants
That I wore forbidden, so nakos-vykusi
And he stoned walk down alleys
And smiling, on the go, bite bun
And out of the window, even just singing Patricia
Still haunts me, my police
loss
And he stoned walk down alleys
And smiling, on the go, bite bun
And out of the window, even just singing Patricia
Still haunts me, my police