Олег Швец - Лиза - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A portrait of Barkov on the floor of the wall could hang in her boudoire.

If only because by the word "ass" of the preface she did not really need.

She wore her nails and fingers: touched them all the girls.

Smoked. I fell in love with the sky. Had other bad habits

Someone introduced us to a friend in my kitchen.

I don’t remember his name, it was quite sniffed.

There are sixteen of us, she laughed, so that around it seemed to become lighter.

I looked at her, joked, although I still do not really know how.

Then someone brought and rushed ordinary katavasia.

I dumped: I was somehow to participate.

Then there are some two near her - rushed:

They argued with whom she would lie down today, they were, fingers with a fan.

I said: “Guys, it will not work.

This is my girlfriend, and who against can go out with me.

Check which of us is more afraid of blood. "

They rocked, but did not argue.

Lisa fell with me, and you yourself know what epithets are needed here.

In short, we went out of both the Solvens, who were not sleepy, happy.

In this and next night too

Her name seemed to me the best affectionate nickname.

Wow and then carried it from one man to another,

And she loved everyone in such a way that only to cry and sing about how lucky this okolomon was.

This is now we have belly, glasses, and increased pressure.

And then everyone could die or kill for her not only by drunken or a suitable mood.

And in the lowest of her last Vasya (or how is it in a father).

Good guy: decently earning.

Then he stayed at home from a hangover,

And she leaned with strangers.

Father was also not up to that: problems and all the scientific,

And I woke up in the middle of the night, thought: “Something is wrong,” but I didn’t finish to the end.

And in the morning they did not get her, well, they began to call an ambulance, there, the police.

And I was then capable of later that the mouths to plug those who called her a whore and a suicide.

At this age, happiness seems to be close: stretch your hand and now you are near, naked.

And I will no longer come to her apartment and I won’t call, although it could be worth it.

Now, if I were offered to choose to fix something in my body or face,

I would not choose a member or biceps, but a voice that makes the word "love" meaningful, not common.

And with this in my voice, I would say, without a bald, specifically:

"There was nothing more particularly more than frost in winter or the smell of leaves in the fall, but FIG knows how to live without it now."

Now when I wake up and see my legs covered with a blanket,

Then I ask myself: "Would you give one of them or both to feel it again?"

To say that you do not want a damn thing that is measured for you,

"Let's hug so that the ninety -third comes again."

And "I will not throw you. I won’t go a step. I will not let it go a millimeter!

And the wedding, as it should, in the summer, in order to finally drink for all this

And to children. "