Игорь Сатеро - Леля - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The pilot raises the plane from America

On the schedule, it is impossible to calculate love. My beloved, you spend money without me

In one touch

And slightly excite my blood.

Lyol, kissing your chest

And I will ask you, do not Ponn.

Lyol, everything is under control, what a bazaar?!

I am the gender of the lemon in the bucks to send you, goat.

Our eldest son fries his adrenaline with you

In the Yamaisky twilight, where the monkeys eat champagne.

But you, my cunning haircut, as usual at night

In some headphones, you don’t remember me, rubbish. Lyol, kissing your chest

And I will ask you, do not Ponn.

Lyol, everything is under control, what a bazaar?!

I am the gender of the lemon in the bucks to send you, goat.

We are still sticking out, slowly we bomb cool offices,

And Interpol fell in love with me.

Everything, dear, is good, that’s already the rain has already gone, and performs blues with a cool voice (???).

Lyol, kissing your chest on your chest and ask you, do not ponn. Lyol, everything is under control, what a bazaar?! I am the gender of the lemon in the bucks to send you, goat. (???) - an incomprehensible word.