Текст песни Денис Мафик - Скучаю

The arrows to wind ,
                                            
 But the heart of toil only that
                                                                   
 When this girl pick up my room again
        
 I need it ,
                                             
 Without me , my brother , all scrap
                                                                  
 You should know , under patsanovskoe word answer .

                                  
              Miss , miss , clock note
                                           
              But not from her , sms receive ,
                                              
              Why , boys , I'm not the soul in her tea,
                                                       
              I night from day , no longer distinguish .

          
 Whenever rose,
                              
 Brother, I am above the heavens ,
                                                                          
 To her feet all the agencies would quit modeling ,
                                                                      
 And wherever the bottom I did not lay down, not gone, disappeared ,
                                                              
 I will be when this girl just ask .