Кавабанга - Маленькая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And if I had forgotten, then I hardly wrote about you, you don’t think, little, not about this track, I just remembered how you e*ala my brains, how you pi*deeds in my eyes, carried something about love, Honestly, it seems to me somehow on*if you don’t seem to think that we are together again, it’s full of nonsense, it’s scary to imagine for you, you are like everyone else, how many you jumped to bed for these a few years? Fu, s*ka, I'm sick of your feelings, Bixy is on the lava, a goose is being conducted on the BIX, some hach ​​will take your girl out of the club, and at home she will tell you that she was with her friend, Bl*Divom, girl, girl, girl. You are a fool, you are rolled on a basin, let you go in a circle on a sauna or some kind of removable hut, well, what will love to you have a roll? I’ll call it up once again to ask how you, and you will take the phone so abruptly, I didn’t even expect, I don’t know what to say, the funerals wiped to the holes, and the curses forgave us those floors of high -rise buildings, cool outfit, you pi* so Date, and I am Vasya, and my kentyurik was late, and I am on the basis of the meat, sorting*a mustache somewhere, so as not to make a bite, I will clearly come up with a varik, I’ll wait for a tie, my refiners will kill me, but I remembered that feeling, deeply Somewhere so clearly, honestly, it loomes to me “Zhenya, it's time to change something”, and I will take out the brain on*uy and again, take off in the calculations, there is a tragic autumn, winter is cold, summer about*b and do not leave B under the water with this weather, everything tells me "nah*th everything", and if someone does not understand, then I will be incomprehensible. Do not push me, come here, dear, small, you would be for a wedding, and I can do it to the Patsyks to the Padik, you are like that, but I am not from traitors, and how many could I drag you into the bed, but I waited for you how much a calendar of us He already remembers there together, how much mother says “Marry with the bride”, how much I have not given the flowers, figure out how many without drugs, but I still don’t see the point, Hello, you and your husband are talking in tears, but in a whisper, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah .. Again not in the cell phone, you are again in clubs, auto -patches, and I'm drunk on the hut, but don’t swear, but everything is fine, Bl*Come on, we’ll decide everything tomorrow, I lead you home, I will see you to the door, well, here again, like in The good old are sex on the stairs, and you are more beautiful than all, and you pi*dez as you like, and by*like it, how, we always have everything that is so solved.