You did not love rap, did not like the smell of smoke
When killed in the trash just turned off mobile
You did not love quarrels, my frequent treason
When the pans were disappeared by the walls
So correct, do not boot, do not smoke there
And nahuya to you like me, find better
Sorry what often do not call, I would call, seriously
I want only with you, I want to look at the stars with you
Dreamed about children, I was looking for where to fuck
Called me home and I could not climb
You called me small, I'm in the courtyards
With boys, on business, here and there, here and there
And at night, correspondence until the morning in VKontakte
Take the pipe and calm down, fuck, do not cry
In the evening, again in your arms
Do not make looking into the eyes, do not change me
The nightlings of the nights will be enveloped, I again in the plates
I hurry to you through the courtyards and streets in the morning
I stand I look, but here I do not see light in the windows
Discover me the door, do not make me stand so long
Do not need lyrics, smoke, see the window, do not cry
You will call, but not in touch your favorite boy
Come to girlfriends, tell me that everything is so very bad
As he could so, he probably just fuck
What is banality, you know because I'm stubborn
You proud, but for me for some reason you mumble
You remember how we walked under the lanterns
How did the area led you, got acquainted with Kenty
And remember how you cried when I was taken
For the inscriptions on the walls, you bite with Musari
You rejoiced to me, as if you see for the first time
And I had enough time to call you so often
But on more, more smoke, more black paint
More bitla in the ears and more cups on the pades
Told you once drunk "about me forget"
But you know, because it's always not too late to return
