Kof - BMW - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On this street, past persons and pedestrians, when we all stuck, it will appear! Do not loudly, brother, someone calls me, sec, in the hand of Bud beer, in this wheelbarrow as in a dream! On each other, the lanterns flicken along the road, smoking the window in this Long, stretching his legs. Where we were not found, I will be at home here, but flooded far weaving. As Piano Frost, only from the metal, will pass by post-got used to comments .555 Sunset in a circle, I'm in love with her, as in a former girlfriend, in a circle, a fussy city whispers quietly, and traveling by Baha Likhoo Footprints, out of windows smoke from windows smoke. How to be young to be young!