Хит вий - 2016 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

How many shed tears, my sweetheart you are not seriously seriously on the other side of the screen plus different countries in the evening Corota himself and guitar writing songs, maybe you will come and take your orchestra, remember our childhood how we were fun together, those evenings are rustic, there was no Protection when we went to the dancing crowd, because I was a wall for you and the most in love with a reliable and faithful fan and all the walls in your posters one favorite joint photo for memory and a rustic guy waiting, since you left My Edita Pieha, I walked ah-ya-yay with you in the lips kissed Ay-Yai-Yai oh, the dark nights, oh, Karie's eyes, my daughter, not scold. How it happened, ah-ya-yay that Ai-Yai-Yai fell in love with you, and the heart beats and the outward rushes how he doesn't forbid Yai-yay-ya no, forgive me, I don't have such grace so much what believes in stupidity that it was cool, even perfect in essence, but you drowk like a camel, plus, beside the paradox, so the paradox than a modest woman and the more beautiful, he, at least he is preparing on Lexus at least me to ever ever happen And even with many, a wonderful moment, you were gorgeous but I will take my wife to Sirata from the village after all, you are not the fact that the horse diarrhea will not stop, the cat does not start, especially the child, I remember who arose "how so then" bubbles with models, and in the wives of the cook and I do not feel without a leg, and even with the head of the moose the main thing is that the love of children and quietly lived, I walked ah-ya-yay with you in the lips kisses ah-ya-yay oh dark nights, oh Karie Mom's eyes, daughter do not swear. heels longer, eyes dumber girlfriends hello, from hot disney expensive perfume, thin cigarettes to take, what is, here it is the credo in life zero, the highest is not necessary and do not dilute for a hundred learned from children garden, but there is a problem, she lives in the village hitchhiking Moscow, from here not to leave, I wanted to become a departure, but the vocal drug addicts, my mother I wrote to the morning with a lipstick night dark, the eyes of Kariya with girlfriends under the handle on the street Central I break me that you play me quietly and immediately ignite you know me I look at you like a bull to red but I am forty years old and my limousine is a tractor I walked ahy-yay-yai in the lips kisses ah-yay-yay oh dark nights, oh brown eyes, my daughter is not swearing