Well, what are you ... brother quieted Resentment filled with chest
And you can not hawala , do not drink , do not want to live,
Gave her so much good , sunken into it so much dough ,
You thought only you and she quietly got on the case.
How many lost days , of course, be with all , but not with her,
How many years lost , hurt burns to the chest pain is stronger.
Nothing mesyatsok patience , I did not know the stories ,
That soon your favorite butterfly in your eyes will turn an ordinary creature.
Chorus:
I shove you in the car by force, I'll take you to the kid
There bathhouse , fish and beer , bro , I'm not going to let die .
How many beautiful girls in the world , sincere , faithful, yes, and simple .
Such is the therapy will still hurt , but you hold on.
From that sometimes sad that happens in life , many unremarkable days
The one who wipes his feet on us , oddly enough we love so even stronger.
You're going to break out and escape to her, I bind you tight ,
How old do you trust her in vain, now , listen to a word I say.
Chorus:
I shove you in the car by force, I'll take you to the kid
There bathhouse , fish and beer , bro , I'm not going to let die .
How many beautiful girls in the world , sincere , faithful, yes, and simple .
Such is the therapy will still hurt , but you hold on.
