Текст песни Морик - Бро

Listen to a friend of what I will tell
After all, late at night I write alone
You are better listening to and do not interrupt
And simply in the meaning of these words
Someone better you do not worry
You have friends just know it myself.
You do not think that you do not respect
Your friends are matting for you
These lines are more about friends
And not about those of your yard
You slowly in this repuch
And as a misfortune, do not throw your best debris on the legs shoot
You thought that people are enemies for you
Waearing Patzan forward do not run-do not run.

Chorus:
Hear the brooms do not throw
hear bro for them problems decide
Hear brooms of shoes legs
Hear bro for their native shoots

Hear the brooms do not throw
hear bro for them problems decide
Hear brooms of shoes legs
Hear bro for their native shoots