Montano ft. Tim Miller - Куда бы я не приходил - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You are strong

You are strong

You are strong

Stop to the end

You are strong

You are strong

Stop to the end go to battle

(Montano)

What a gong or ring, this world is so playful.

What king or king, it is awaiting a click or scream, clip or moment

You either throw a connection, or tear and love, chopped fear on the nose, is a belibo in the eye, click and gasp, the rope-lazor, a beautiful look and their child is waiting for.

(Tim Miller)

Wherever I come everywhere, problems begin

I was completely tired of its diadem and there is not enough antenna to capture the right channels and then all girls are awake in order to reach the anals

I like to be positively sitting in my apartment and not to let the lava in the tavern shooting there at the skirts like targets in a dash

I'm not disgusting and there is no dirt of dust in my motive in my motive

You have forgotten who you were and where you sailed

And in the morning I have coffee from Francesco Illy

Or I will pour it on and again find happiness in beer

After all, the muse in the dress and in my car is ready to eat julen or jelly in my luxurious villa

And the color of the bikini is blue and it seems to be positive, but you will not say listen to the dear, we missed a truce in this world

They bite lice in a shirt sitting between the seams

on the body of the wound but the soul here is on the ground right next to you

I will give flowers and give it as in childhood to their beloved mother

I will capture on the film I will print and let it flaunt in the living room in the blue frame

And I will stay with bruises

Let's throw people in your head more stone

And do not live here without a naric

After all, they called you can not fly on the plane of origami

Here, as in vocals, you can’t take a false note

And alcohol in my stock will disperse the blood and again will have to lie on my bed with fists.

And I don't give a damn about what will happen to me next

And you would hardly take it too.

I saw how all the gray -haired people with medals forgot

you scored and in vain because then they were forever wounded forever

Cattle can't forget the dog brown eyes

The picture that the one that we painted for a long time gave me

All glaciers had long been thawed over time

The heart is in Israel on the heart

And all the same inside me something is so aching

And neither the planch nor a couple of triples will save

Another bitch is in a side

I just don’t give a damn about the campaign.

The battle

To battle

To battle

Stop to the end go to battle

To battle

To battle

Sing to the end with me