Лекерова Раушан - Дневниковые записи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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The new city is cool. The other weather, new voices, vanity, flashlights in the avenues. It’s all like herbal MA3i from the brilliant in the past, which has no plasters and bandages.

Everything was drawn to me in you that I could and could not see. Eyebrow lines, fingerprints. And you are nice 3AIK.) CLACK, but still forgive. When I flew away, I did not put your love in a suitcase. And she scattered all the beads and all the phrases at an altitude of 3,000 thousand meters. I waved to two old buildings from the porthole of the aircraft (my and your house). And something dissecting the v3dukh, dissected me too.

I still love Leo and blue granate, sometimes I watch the Premier League. Yes, I am a non -considerable glorus, but I love cream. My room in a boarding house is completely pictures from a parole. Well, on Fridays, personal endorphin, you drink Latte and magazines walk nearby. And the thoughts here are clean, pro 3rd, like drizzling rain. Here, even the roads for me smell of menthol, so I dream to dance a waltz with puddles.

For a week now I have grown this delusional bangs and now I wake up in the arms of silk hair.

And you, too, 3Apey with your arms not only in the morning, get on them in the lunar evenings, and in annoying traffic jams, drink hot tea with some beautiful. This is better than nicotine.

Come on me one promise and I am to you two? You better not dance to me at night, otherwise this is not in my hand either to me. And I promise that we will meet, we will meet. And I will be beautiful, I promise you too.