Текст песни мумийтролль - Моя певица

and threw snow not by chance
This I noticed the traces.
He is not sweet,
And not red,
Probably like you ...

Inay became on the eyelashes,
frowsed perfume ...

My singer dies in the next day,
she would smell the last seconds,
My singer dies in the next day,
But not to return it ...

lured in posters,
shown to the darkness
We will go to the city,
It will be all serious
You if you give up, then me.

paid wreaths -
Scored on a bouquet.

My singer dies in the next day,
she would smell the last seconds,
My singer dies in the next day,
But not to return it.