Текст песни Северцев - Милое Стихотворение

We become wiser and older no chance,
Only members of sagging breasts and thunderstorms.
But as long as I can write sms,
700 km distance is not yet.

Hormones teens tired of waiting for spring
I been waiting for response messages.
I would like to give away more kindness,
than sadness,
But it turns out nonsense.

Or bezrifmitsa.
We sure are lucky,
We will in this strange lotto win,
And for that, no one even kill.
Snow - just the moon sliced ​​and washed.

And fell asleep somewhere not close, imagine
That my old hands still strong muscles,
Warm you like a blanket trap
From which we can not get in the morning.