poka do zavtra - я не Высоцкий - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I love. Come on to say, be louder friend, tear our conversation.

Come on, shooting, you need a shot, squeeze a light -celed trigger.

And right in the back, do you want Ali, right at point blank?

I love thoughts out loud, floating waves ... Oh my god!

I adore if it cuts a hearing, a painful word .. which is galloping everything, Glums ...

Here you are right ... I do not like yourself. But is that problem?

I do not like myself for everything.

When I rub, the soul is eating ...

I like to look at the weak, I love when everyone is responsible for what they had said earlier, and it seems to be “Oh yes, you are right!”, But it turned out that they are lying directly.

I will reveal my soul. Climb, tear, burn ...

Enough, my friend, spit.

After all, I do not mind at all ... I'm not Vysotsky, I am different.