I saw a lot of slender legs ,
I saw Kylie Minogue,
But all this crap
Compared with that ,
Whose eyes , as handcuffs
Love my wrists handcuffed .
She knew how Chinzanu
In different circles.
Mother of Turin and Dad
Ural was Kazakh.
And if I gave half of my life for it ,
Would not have known more happiness .
Cinzano ! I can not forget you
Cinzano ! You taught me to drink ,
Cinzano , your love potion
Of delicate and sweet torture.
Cinzano , your love potion
Of delicate and sweet torture.
She disappeared at dawn,
Grabbing a gun.
And just where in a month
I learned from the newspapers ,
That her grandfather died in Sicily -
Chapter of a clan.
There, you can see , it was hot
And dealt seriously.
There followed a grandfather allowed
The whole family derailed
And now it is - an influential boss
And the owner of " Cinzano ."
Cinzano ! I can not forget you
Cinzano ! You taught me to drink ,
Cinzano , your love potion
Of delicate and sweet torture.
Cinzano , your love potion
Of delicate and sweet torture.
But the fate of not leaving -
I just knew it !
That night, when the "Milan"
In the second match of our torn ,
The apartment has announced a long ,
Annoying trill machine.
And shook my hand.
How could they not tremble ,
When you get a call from Rome,
News to tell -
What do you have a son,
And it seems to be called Kairat !
Cinzano ! I can not forget you
Cinzano ! You taught me to drink ,
Cinzano , your love potion
Of delicate and sweet torture.
Cinzano , your love potion
Of delicate and sweet torture.