Текст песни Тиморев - Убежала

It was empty in my apartment
And they left the closet of your dress,
And that is not already in the world,
And meaningless all classes!
You must arm my number,
Delete all messages.
Here is a cheerless game over!
So much for the relationship.

And the girl ran away
And sunset sun
And there is no happiness on a platter with a gold platter (2p)

But you look I will not
I may be too proud,
Just as the fact is all according to plan
By chord four yards.
You're alone and I separately
We must not be seen to meet
We are parallel in the universe,
Yes, in alphabetical order

And the girl ran away
And sunset sun
And there is no happiness on a platter with a gold platter (2p)