Well, that’s it, baby, the campaign is another song sung,
And if the wind doesn’t do what, I’ll stagger.
Stand on a double solid strip
Between love and hate.
Under this track, I shook my head chockingly.
Read by Chika, turning on the speakers at full volume.
A cash crunch, smiles on their faces, here Jerr and Trampoline.
Novosib City, Russian language and no load in the chest.
We mess up the music, scoring a big dick on ***
On currency days, we are more unpredictable than you might think.
No need to rip asses, trying on just for fun.
Pink glasses, growing up, no bazaar, not enough love.
He inspired himself as if, finally, she finally fell over her head like snow.
Someone has already sent all this sentimental crap.
Erasing the edges, you are all in attention, no ram.
A little che is heating up, you immediately cut the back.
Finding no excuse, convincing myself that I, too, was wrong.
Long live the understanding, not the status of money-money.
Pamper their gifts, remember, brother, if she knows that you are caught,
Forget what tenderness and sex are.
Stress is now right in the morning. There will always be a place, a reason and a time,
Make you blood, fry your nerves harder
Than an electric chair, that’s shit.
We are still seeking, we love, and the knots love, so that they are always sought.
And the more you clench your fist, the more you spill sand.
It is not visible how much is left and whether it is worth, and what is the price.
The wall is Chinese between our sincerity and understanding.
I am in your fictional world only the next step.
Well that's all, baby, now I know for sure - time heals.
Or not all, no? In my opinion, something new is treatable.
Last night and I have nothing to do, I know you have fun too.
We all don’t value who we have, we are mistaken forever
In the labyrinths of moral stereotypes of a naive crowd.
It was unbearable in the bummer to endure these hooks,
Tearing the liver and heart, I want to enjoy, bathe in love,
And do not go with the badge of the loser getting punches in the back.
No, no - I’ve already heard the same answer, it’s in my pussy.
I ventured to live without you for a day, a week, two, and did not die of boredom.
I miss loving, the very best
And not for a spoiled girl, time heals, life teaches.
Well, that’s it, baby, the campaign is another song sung,
And if the wind doesn’t do what, I’ll stagger.
Stand on a double solid strip
Between love and hate.
