Bosco - Завтра - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The scarlet flowers in the kitchen in the vase are waiting for the beginning of the holiday, I swelled the festive package, I am happy, soon with each other will go and he will be drowned, and I'm all waiting for that you will not turn on the fool, brisk eyes and I once again dodged, thoughted thoughts about Duru, Duri what's on Kurieva, but I am led, not because a goose, I don't see what you love me, because in that July and August, a black dress, you drink to see what you will be enough, I'm not nice, you are crying, mate covered, carcass So quickly, a shot in the brain was, and I shut up to hear ...

Let's postpone everything with you tomorrow, over the years I learned so little for you, or you will be my son my mother, either fuck or fuck

I smoke and I smoke, more often I catch my wave in my wave, only at the time I learned to lie, I am lying myself that I didn't know who was afraid to become. And everything is normal, it seems, I found my place in life without drugs, but I am in everything I got used to seek a reason for cargo, and again honest eyes, red, from the Dosta. This is my substitute for sadness and I will have time to write a verse while he is released, I am not inspiring me as a new bit, in the iPod, and watch it does not I saw, we were so different with her, the ways were separated, I heard her fat roads there, and I can a little smoke, after coaching, and everything is not so completely, I remember myself, starting with 2007, dirty weekdays, clubs from the floors, me sometimes disgusting these movements. And again I wake up with this feeling again, you know as if inside me as it is empty, when there is not enough air, I want to breathe when I fall, but I can't wake up, you need to start everything from a clean leaf, to quit About the day, I will change the truth, but not today, tomorrow ...