PSY - опа ганга стаил - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Outside the window rain and she smokes probably

Dried mascara either from smoke whether from the tears

Lilac jacket, autumn boots,

Blue eyes, feeling, thoughts about the past, in the hands of the communicator, the heart beats in the chest,

In the handbag notebook Zhurfakov lectures

Some paper a bunch of different trash, house keys, stimple, photo dad with mom, lighter, matches, bond blue habit Everything is stronger smoke earlier STYLE YES GLAMOUR

nights sleeping badly torment nightmares

Yes, and not to sleep the second bank of Jaguar writes poems to him in notebooks and notebooks, but not one does not give everything afraid of something,

trembling hands dials passionately

These beeps are in vain Hello! Hi Hello!

She is afraid of tears, tears turning dust, she dreams of tapping on the trimmed wings and everything as in the films he, she is in the lead role. This is one chance, one love, one story.

And before that day, in eight months, she saw him in eight months and from now on her life changed as the time of year changed, she fell in love and decided that he would like to acquaint VKontakte ordinary story, an ordinary guy what we had the sea in Russia. Oddarensky repellex of an ordinary image, wide pants, costers, T-shirt Three Iks. He looks schos speaks straight, eternally young, forever drunk, eternally stubborn yo straight believes, feeling with a sense, loves, suffers, but does not ask God. He writes the texts sincerely, devoting her clean thoughts, she goes quickly, and he sits at home, smokes a lot, waiting for a call from the phone.

She is afraid of tears, tears turning dust, she dreams of tapping on the trimmed wings and everything as in the films he, she is in the lead role. This is one chance, one love, one story.

Digitally dial the numbers passionately, these beeps are in vain allo! Hello! Hello! Second silence retained faith, whose sigh is not in the topic by winding nerves. She asked first.: Well, what's the case, and he was even silent A short conversation, some information about these troubles at home and so only briefly, the beeps on the end, the consciousness was killed to death, he did not appreciate love and lost his happiness. Litched her postcards as prayers, lit up, calmed down, Claim the rhyme, looked out the window , rain, passersby, puddles, got dressed, gathered, jacket, collar for the tight. I sat alone in her entrance, she did not know, and he wrote this song.