Тема Никитин - не ври близким это низко - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So this bright cold caught up on me, you and I will hang, bro, only listen to me, tell you, there is trust in, I have nothing to think about lies, but I began to notice how it became more complicated, you become a plant, I will hardly cooles me , my position is farm, but it doesn’t matter to me what you said there, who promised what, you don’t hold your words, do not steam and amuse, for which tell me it, it seems that you were friends all days, everything was good, and you are good, and you are good Such a topic has come off this topic, you think so just everything, there is no brother, so it will not work, please forget the lies.