I - on you, like a perch - on a spoon.
I was ready to give spring,
But it did not happen, it took away in the distance,
And you and I stopped ...
Has not gone wrong since yesterday evening,
I went from fishing, I stole into a rut, I sat down with my belly,
Zam called - with competitors are not frets
Revenue is growing, so expect trouble.
And you settled in your head without asking,
I exhausted the lousy army cross.
To pull you out is not enough cable
Plus pressure all day, blood from the nose.
And indeed something
Tired of me, that kind of panic.
And indeed something
Tired of me, that kind of panic.
[Chorus x2]
I - on you, like a perch - on a spoon.
I was ready to give spring,
But it did not happen, it took away in the distance,
And you and I stopped ...
Autumn evening, I am at home in a wheelbarrow,
From the store in the trunk two packages zhrachki.
He went out into the meadow, and the smell, man,
Spring is special here.
With hungry eyes I got a bunch of food.
By the way, how to properly feed or pita.
From the car ten steps passed.
Cotton - I am to the ground, and good.
[Chorus x2]
I - on you, like a perch - on a spoon.
I was ready to give spring,
But it did not happen, it took away in the distance,
And you and I stopped ...