пустые - мы с тобой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I got into the carriage, there’s a gray line, there’s a roller-hall on it, I see you, kitty has rolled up her jeans, I’m riding with you, I blink my eyes, I dream of how I’ll steal your OBEY sweater, we’ll be together like a flock of pigeons, I’ll draw you in any of your dreams , your old jacket is like in a TV series about “freaks”, well, we’re already on our way to me, you’re talking about the new Supreme collection, we’re just talking about fashion and talking shit, you take out a zenith from your backpack, I pretended to be sad, you said that I sucked the dick is not tasty, I smile, my Topshop T-shirt is wet from sweat, but I don’t really worry, I smile

I’ll show you a sweatshirt at Vykhino in Seka, I think you’ll take it in my mouth for it

you're so cute in my flannel shirt, I'll ask you to clean up my poop

best hipster girl on clean

I would give my entire wardrobe for one cap

would capture her moans

pinch me I want to know that this is not a dream

I can already see how we are going to phot

for fashionable bows

then to the winery

to the exhibition of the year

after fucking you're warm as a sweater

wet as peter

there is a zenith in my backpack

Develop the film before the end of winter

I see no reason not to be with you

your body in gauze and my pain

I write poetry to you like no one else

is this modren love or post love