ChipaChip - Клинит - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was lost between the rooms, these removable hut, in the pain of the areas wealthy to us,

Where is the pytihat this smack that is white like yogurt

Hear me in the jugs that walk in the door portals-proof.

Yes, not without sin, I again hooked.

Manifesto dash ash, choose a smaller angle

We will not light up as the stars in the sky, and I'll ask again who believed here?

If I do not stalled my propeller, I would have flies to her to another shore, to the native cradle

And we would be lit with her as you knew how to go among empty courtyards with scam deficit.

The world is inapproplated, we would go to the chambers, for me Number One was one with me,

Eh, she was not, and so no longer happens, but I can't forget, if it's not Laden, he is your Beeline.

But the bitch breathes into the incense of those years of memory liners, the collider came out of control in my head.

And remember you wanted with you as Bonnie and Clyde, but there is no silhouette next to me in reflection on the water stroit.

Chorus:

Go to me, di to me, your veins are so ticking,

Our nights like wild, you clinically clinically

Go to me, di to me, your veins are so ticking,

Our nights like wild, you clinically clinically