Текст песни Саша Сирень - Ты меня не хотел одевать от Армани

I will finish on the cover of the magazine
You will see me among the stars.
And for all music channels
My clips will go "in full growth."

I'm ridding my favorite topic,
Where beautiful is written "Love".
And you will beat me like a bobby.
And you will shout like you are wrong.

Chorus:
You did not want to wear me from Armani.
You did not want to fly to Jamaica with me.
I will not, like a fool, rushing my mother.
I will make you my pain respect.

And then in the limousine chic
I will skip in the center of Moscow.
Well, you're sidewalk
Do not dare to raise your heads.

Proud, unique gait
I'm on the star scene to go up,
And you, whitewashed vodka,
Immediately in the hall with eyes I will find.

Chorus:
You did not want to wear me from Armani.
You did not want to fly to Jamaica with me.
I will not, like a fool, rushing my mother.
I will make you my pain respect.