Ночные Снайперы - куба - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We lay and smoked the ocean into the steel eyes. And I didn’t even want to think. It was just so good. Nash the plane in a week. We ran away. We flew with you. Wizard. Seven days.

Everything is native here. Our country is twenty years ago. Such a red country. Our twenty years ago. So cars here. We have already forgotten about such. Brothers and Buiki ..

And in my boots, the Cuban sand still does not know. They don’t know. What tasty can it be snow. They sing like that. I would like to sing for you. They dance so. How would I like to dance with you.

We scratched our backs and breasts with Cuban stars. And we envied them that greeted the hand with the Che.

And in my boots, the Cuban sand still does not know. They don’t know. What tasty can it be snow. They sing like that. I would like to sing for you. They dance so. How would I like to dance with you.

We returned to a specifically dull dawn. And I didn’t even want to think. I know at your addresses. I know. There are other countries. But little will be equal to you. Zima. Seven days.

And in my boots, the Cuban sand still does not know. They don’t know. What tasty can it be snow. They sing like that. I would like to sing for you. They dance so. How would I like to dance with you.

And we lay and smoked ..