Bruce:
She is not like everyone else
I would collect all the strength and flesh to her,
Next to sit down, hug firmly, fused in the hair.
In the morning to pump together under NASA, twisting the fatty jamb.
Distance is our enemy.
FRI condition, it can be seen in the eyes.
Peter - Azart City. See how the atmosphere is impregnated I myself?
Short nights - not a buzz, let's not sleep until the morning.
My princess is an experienced magician,
And my stick is in place when she is ready in her hands.
I will write a song to her, and we will fly in the clouds.
New joint flight, even higher, like this.
Let all at random, as if for the first time,
And on the sides are friends, Sanya Sanya fell.
Yes, I just disappeared, and no need medicine,
As a better illness, my crazy orgasm.
Chorus:
To fly to her, the wind, bottoms to the windows warm.
I will warm her shoulders,
Over the Neva instead of a thousand words.
Rope:
Hurry on the subway
Already familiar last car.
I delete one after another photo,
What gathered my phone.
In the ears of Bitlo and the noise of wires,
And I'm so easy to fly home.
I need a simple conversation with you.
With you, but about me.
There are no stars in the sky, I gathered them to you,
They are all in my wallet.
And on the bay we are bed plaid
And we will glue them back to the sky.
But Peter is too busy to help.
In St. Petersburg rain, in St. Petersburg night,
But I will continue to look for the keys to you.
In the morning the most cracked coffee.
