Олег - Моя любимая Настюша - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My beloved Nastyusha, to whom, if not for you, to put dinner for me? I want you under a hot shower, we are not one of those thousand dozen that hide souls. And you seem to be not from whores, in my opinion the best, so an angel that you think something is mutating. I feel this diamond in a fist when you say that you love. And I cherish you Tobish. I love soap when you kiss my shnobel, this is a fairy tale to touch such a shop you want to caress and kissed you so that there is still good and useless crowds around the swamp and we are still good at the first place of the top. When we go by the handle, the cops with you do not burn the cops, I would get lost and threw out the compass. We would climb the forest you are the one who is pleasant to me with a topless.

The one thanks to which life is not without sugar, the one with which I would like to be amazed in heaven and does not blows in love, but to be a little necessary in your eyes, adical, so that your hands are smell in it. Tomorrow to caress you with a owl, press you to yourself and take off with a wave, be your healer, and the rest is drunk? I would call it gently, but you are more fiercely than just a zoom. In Babier summer, sometimes I freeze without you, but you will be closer, I know, then I will confuse January then with Mai. When is the spring under the blanket for a blanket? Here I write the texts here, and I wish you a calm sleep, your friends have a fury of the uterus, meanwhile, my sweet sniffs in the crib, it is fine. Guys, she has the most smooth heels. When I am jealous thoughts a little ugly. And for this I want it that you should feel good before the seizures. My milk slate, which I would swallow the cube for a cube. And I wanted to write about the main thing. Truth. but okay, in the end, it could at least a bit in the morning pleased