Рок-Ателье - Ночное Рандеву - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A standard situation-some song is pushed into my head, and you will get rid of it in any way. Moreover, the UEBISHMSY the song, the stronger she sits in her head. Everything seems to be clear. But the problem is that I have been singing the seventh day. Sednnyun heard some taxi driver on Mira Avenue about an ine rendezvous on the boulevard of roses (I do not specifically apply a link, from sin away), the ears of the seventh day, Mer gives me to live. The first couple of days I did not pay attention. It happens, blasphemy. On the third day, my wife began to look askance at the fourth, I suddenly sang in a minibus. From shame I had to go a couple of stops earlier. On the fifth day, the wife sang. We have been eager. She showed me that in a rag and I have an end to willpower, I - that she would not let me quit singing, I almost succeeded - and here is on you, such a presentation from a loved one. In short, such a normal scandal, with boycottes and care to a friend. Yesterday, a four -year -old son asked what a rendezvous was. He thought that it was a tree that grew but a boulevard, and then I heard how he, collecting the constructor, purred a hell of a hellish melody under his nose. Hit, put in a corner. Then he apologized. And today I cried. I closed in the bathroom, shamefully turned on the water so that no one would hear, and sobbed for fifteen minutes, smearing tears and snot. And after that, the catharsis came, it became easy and calm in my soul, and for the first time I smiled in a few days, but ten minutes ago, fucking bitch fucking in my mouth Piedets sang fuck again fuck.