Alex Frolov - На спор - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Come on the dispute, I will write about us

as we and you, how are you yes, we could not

everyone to attach to that day is a radiant clear, probably purely I blind that missed such a noticeable and favorite glare

To look at the world, the problem is narrowly not given, but

You are my stimulus and what is this French movie: without

sentences, pauses, stops

Click on the trigger wine and

Again the moment is not deft, the world of tricks is yours:

I am painted flattery, do not climb on the dog

debt is red payment I'm all burned here,

Everything will smoke how to deal with

all the songs are not for wives, and we are just good together,

With you a mind deprived, with you is deprived

We have one road; What a sense,

And quickly angry was replaced by a gap -

on the skin of the current and as if the snob beat the chill; Applub changed excitement and eyes in the eyes and we are forgotten both.

and your eyelids in the shadows probably give birth to

I can't do the day, I breathe so ..

and you hold on me, I'm your life loss

Curbed dust is not vin, we do not have fun.

And we are both two Lemniscates Bernoulli,

Open the door to me or tablecloth on the street

and I spit wanted on those who turned my finger at the wraver, but you believe it was looking for you a fool, and you as a tart muscat and I flew a bullet to you - my pedestal blows a storm if the longing we do not smoke

if the longing is Nikulin, not the time of fabulous Furion, but we drowned in Zybuchi sand

In the soul, Banjo Mandolina, citra, light lounge; I also feel the shortage of the heat of your deficiency, I burned without a flame like anthracite that

and not at all the cynic you hear what kind of circus, because the numbers do not decide

if so then

we are not on the way yes dust my dull and among these viscous paoots do not add triptych

And only one motive to sink in Rutin - Rap Palliament, I'm stuck in Tine, there is no lumen among words of foreign classes - clinical