Текст песни БАРАБАНДА - Мурашки

Neither
Neither kind in the morning
Nor vain
When there is someone native
In addition to the brush of the dental
And people like socks
Before washing the same close
And after all why
Without a pair of one

Snow on goosebumps
Looks like outside
Instead of a shirt
Who is a soul flying to me

In a plate it is difficult to find
Lost appetite
And sausage will disappear
While he himself will not come
To return the setting
Perhaps you can go
But how much should you score
To love again

Snow on goosebumps
Looks like outside
Instead of a shirt
Who is a soul flying to me