MySchool - Моя турбовая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And so always, I want something more ...

It seems that I received honors, attention, success and so on ...

Thanks to those who inspired creativity.

But life is a sandbox, and the children only make faces for me ...

And it doesn’t matter, since I think late at night.

It is not directed by the muse, only with that mental jerking.

And not even on how to chase with cramps.

But you feel it, a bitch, already a spine.

What is the present and what is not.

Maybe creation? Or maybe there is complete nonsense ...

Better a monastery or a long set ...

To whom to press the hand, and to whom in the belly is a gun.

But we are already so many years old.

Which, rather, is easier to put on something, the lawyer take advice ...

And the wounds do not whore hello ..

Since the bowl of the Benozumiy pulls like an athlete

An ideal woman for me is a guarantor that I will not change her ...

It's so obvious.

AAA, that's why the process of searching for the second half is so long and painful ...

Many simply give up, III, are of the opinion that he will suffer, fall in love.

Ahah, idiots.

New girlfriend, wife and children.

I am against the backdrop of their changes as a threat,

Not because I can't mark it,

Just unlucky, rather, and everything is aesthetic in everything ...

My perfect, she is somewhere

But stupid dogs say that I am a male and a windy

This is, after all, the issue of priorities

It seems like it's time.

Marriage is more important than someone else's minets ...

And I want this, with Nitro.

To pass the turns felran cleanly ...

Not compromises, like yours, Nissana micro,

Women for family, with savings on liters ...

I will send it in the credits: for each his own, perhaps, the truth

But there are already statistics in the topic of relations: they got married, divorced, changed, squeezed

All due to the fact that I did not want, but we must love her.

Never listen to those fuckers, those stupid whores who say that you have built an ideal and looking for it - there are no such ...

He certainly is somewhere.

So, someone is exchanging for trifles, running away from their dreams ...

And someone transforms this process into fucking, sorting out those who are most suitable for its ideal image.

I will wait for my own so that it is warm from this bitch, so that the soul and no worse than with the body.

Not a couple of years, but cut it to the end ...

And I was only enough for her so as not to walk to the left ...

We would especially like to live with such ...

But all day they would see me these mums

It’s better to pass by, it is by mimo ...

And cling to Galimo's soul,

Why live without an incentive!?

So we get what we have - cattle

The ladies are insulting, the couples are unstable ...

With others, many, actively, with you frigid

Fortunately, the road is long, with the fields of mine

It is unlikely that this will affect us, dear ...

After all, in order to get such a thing, so much, damn it, mastered ...

While rushing about, some new, who is stylish

On orders, I was waiting for his turbocharged Silvi'yu

Unlike everyone, I knew what I wanted, not to me!