Текст песни Ленка Соколова - вой

Sit with you in a year we
At the table , a mug of tea ,
Well, tell me how everything is sad.
Tell me how I shot in the heart,
Trample your soul ,
Go on , it's nice to listen to .

You - my unfinished novel ,
My unfinished chorus
My words without endings .
I do not care who and whom to give ,
Though the evening or at lunch ,
As far as everything was random
All random ..

PR :
Get out of my life!
I'm not a word about you will not write .
Take your whims,
Your money ..
God will forgive you ,
I - I will not forgive .

All your stories at the table
Migrated to the bed ,
Now my libido into battle comes .
The game has changed .
I can handle and open the door :
& quot; Wali , girlfriend , undeterred ! & quot;
And now finished my novel ,
My final chorus is ready ,
I finished writing the ending.
I did not have hundreds of years ,
To be on a horse!
Thank you, bitch,
I say goodbye .
I say goodbye .

PR :
Get out of my life!
I'm not a word about you will not write .
Take your whims,
Your money ..
God will forgive you ,
I - I will not forgive . ( 2p)