Mr.Molly.. - Малышке Полли - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So just once in your life it can be that if you are wise and nothing more disturbing, the opposites of statuses and positions, fascinated by charm, not similar, while I am a new songs on the terrain in the notebook, she and her friends in Monaco somewhere, all her Former more abruptly than in the football of Mesi .. What am I here? With my rap and a tranquatic mixture, I did not write under its windows, I bells back, I soberly evaluated "what is between us?" So in between, they were thrown in the words, I and the boys on beer, she’s home to my mother, she is embraced with notebooks, with three words, I cut ... I drink cognac with poplars, she easily manipulates by any guys, and I, like a fool, scored the whole Notepad of verses, I dedicated hundreds of songs, maybe even a thousand, although she will never hear them anyway, because she is much higher, the sad minus plays and Mr. Mol writes, my depression lasted, well, for about six months, did not help, did not help, did not help, did not help, did not fall, not good weather, I don't need such a fucking freedom