Текст песни Отцовский - 3

I fuck that talk behind your back
no one will approach and say to my face
No I do not want war, I want peace
and this world with you I told you stuck
You gave me your heart and your soul
I never give them to anyone hide much deeper
you're my inspiration from my muse
at the paper all the thoughts about you and more sound
I vgruze and it often happens to me
and where I was not in any condition
as if I was not hard
you must know in his mind constantly
and ever will be all right
Yes, sometimes I'm afraid to lose you
Well I tell you honestly Ipoh trust
anyway you are my baby
heart spyshki handle higher
swing at me