Moscow has long been lit by night lights
The garden ring is filled with its fighters
And ladies paint, finishing touch for tonight
He will be joyful, believe you he is provided
And I don’t know what will be the day after tomorrow
When I wake up in the morning, and it will be unpleasant
And the thoughts of plowing like a puzzle
The eyes are not the same but there is a spark and sparkle of diamond
Then out loud a couple of times, and dialogue for an hour
With whom I hung out, and with whom I forgot myself so much
Well, paint a couple more episodes
I so want to know what he did and was fashionable
Yes, whatever we do in the evening
............. headline
And there is a cheap fake
The lights of Moscow so blindly bracho me
What do you want to be a tormentor while I eat evening paco
At night, someone catches fish in the Moscow River
The little men pierce the dumplings, and I go in the old clothes
Reading aloud along the banks
With the body but not in the subject, you see how
Through life we scattered like circles on the water
And right now the days are not the same
One neighing, the other money but we are all from ... the people
Although sometimes like a flock of ravens
You grow up, and I vice versa
As a child, I rejoice if the breeze is fresh
The pink sky, thousands of paths, thunder plays on the burba ...
The devil didn’t get energy from him
Spread my back like a sail
Beloved became the former, but remained beloved
I'm not worried that she will meet the sunset with another
Our souls will always be together
Temptations pull down, but I delve into the simple truth
But happiness is not in them at all
I'm stronger than these lights than hypnosis white roads
Green bills, and even a pair of slender legs
And a magnificent bust, they won’t make
Forget about friends, I soon fall in love with the starry sky
Reflected in the water
Spit that someone thinks I'm crazy
From cherries to color boulevard
All the boys drove up, they were all in the heat again
Our base is scary like ultrasound and saiga
Each cartridge flies like .... sonar
Kurt Cobain and Socrates, the ruddy Brazilian
Shit down on everyone, but AK dope struck
And the question is, where does the guy get the text
I’m in the toilet every morning, flipping through neither ...
Lyrics later, that was crap
But I’m not going to change my style with a dick
Mexican series, not a Japanese anime
You understand me, yourself on your mind
I can’t do anything, just drink and sing
I will remain forever a child like Peter Pan
I will always stand my ground until the end
And whoever says anything, I'm a district kid
Let it get wet from daylight, but chill in the evening
Evening grass booze while young
Glasses, balloon, communication, music, wine
We enthusiastically go to the movie enthusiast
