Balu - По Прогнозам - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1. I woke up a sutra, then the matter is normal if the guys in the form of a policeman or fireman do not knock on the door, no matter the right to one call has everyone, I go out of the house without haste, click my problems, like a nut of nuts, you are late for work To the office and you? And I had an unlimited vacation, I resigned a new life, laid down the prefix, I got a yard, like a photographer in a magazine paid a card, gave an autograph I live to the fullest I drink kefir and eat cheesecake walks around the city of a non -nepshit playing my ears, sings in my ears, sings in my ears, sings My soul is a chorus: according to the forecasts of thunderstorms, snowstorms, and we T -shirts, shorts put on a bright sun in the music of the heart in order to warm up 2. I pass the parks and boulevars, the student plays on the guitar, scoring a pair, howls the song of Korzh from the heart neighing above the dance of the homeless It’s not funny to someone, but someone really dreamed of someone about his son, but I didn’t get two daughters, brother, life is a lottery, because a daughter, in any way, is better than her son-a gay for someone a standard of beauty- Scarlet sunset, Hawaiian beach or cherry garden can be a car, well, for example, Lamborghini or Angelina Jolie without a bikini and for me there is nothing more beautiful than the smile of my beloved I will give flowers, I will say: \ "I love \", is slurred like trifles, but she is pleased