Валентин Стрыкало - Кайен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On Message phone. You are not coming. Linding. Let the weaklings with broken hearts cry, well, I laugh.

After all, my heart is cold like ice. You will not come so someone else will come. I am too good for tears.

Turning off the phone, I take the keys and, and I start, just open the window, let everyone sees who leads this dream.

After all, I sparkle as a diamond of twenty-five carats, I depart on one of the local car units.

In a tight range of cars, twenty on gasoline, and I press on the Haz.

On Kayen, all in Khaban in Zhitomir Honayay, Honyayy. All taxi drivers and minibuses are inferior, tick.

All girlfriends in the hostel pour and sink, because they know, I sho on Kaen all in Huban in Zhytomyr, I, I want.

Your face color of the first snow will be blinded by head drivers, you are the best ass in the faculty, you are pride of your parents.

Yes, I sparkle as a diamond at twenty-five carats, I depart on one of the local freight.

In a tight range of cars, twenty on gasoline, and I press on the Haz.

On Kayen, all in Khaban in Zhitomir Honayay, Honyayy. All taxi drivers and minibuses are inferior, tick.

All girlfriends in the hostel pour and sink, because they know, I sho on Kaen all in Huban in Zhytomyr, I, I want.