Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Ростропович

I thought that we were
And with any luck,
As if in the cinema
About Bonnie and Claide ...
Haed with sorrow,
Broken switch ...
I miss you
Fuck you a giver!

The heat pumping up the feeling of the pump,
And such a bitch!
And love my sorrow-violonchel,
And on her x ** pits the dead Postropovich!

The birch leaves are sprinkled
Becher is a bitchy gloom.
I'm like Beppose
Just in govno ukuren.
I have lost my lave,
I sit dumbly with pennies ...
Fuck you a giver!
But the same n ** yes with ears!

The heat pumping up the feeling of the pump,
And such a bitch!
And love my sorrow-violonchel,
And on her x ** pits the dead Postropovich!

I remember your eyelashes.
Thin collarbones
Would you like to know
and completely disconnect.
You can hear the screams of the chaek,
Pavel is not an indicator,
What do you miss ...
Fuck you a giver!

The heat pumping up the feeling of the pump,
And such a bitch!
And love my sorrow-violonchel,
And on her x ** pits the dead Postropovich!