Текст песни Республика Марс - Майка

Soul povered, it became precomply
See her more dog canned food
Midday shot, trams without rails
In the fog to the shore something crashes

And if in warm, then the hero of the series
But even this seems little

Chorus:
At the life of the pants and dirty shirt
But still, we want likes like you

Here licks the boots at the drunkard cat
But in instagram busty crumb
And if in the canteling - then the okroshka again
And let at least a little quick rapid

But why do you like you so much coupons
And sales and glory Stallone?

Wisdom a lot, but the meaning is not a gram
The joy of this mental injury
We erase, but stains are washed off bad
Only under the breath instead of a complete sigh

In the world where the monster is hidden for the kitten
Sports rates and baby tears