Текст песни Бока - Зараза

What are you looking at me like doves
I will not be afraid of your eye infection
Oh, let's leave this conversation
He's not the first time
Here again, you go out on the porch
There we with you was led contagion
On take back his ring
And my least under the fence cast

Do not you love, throw, throw to regret not going
And I like you'll get a million
'Who sooner or later
And still she would come to me
'Who sooner or later
And still she would come to me

And who you dragged the taverns
Who the alleys at night waiting for the infection
Who you tenderly caressed all
Those who've already had quite forgotten
I scoffed at me for a long time
Evil joked to me so you contagion
There was not you love
Just do not know how to love you

Do not you love, throw, throw to regret not going
And I like you'll get a million
'Who sooner or later
And still she would come to me
'Who sooner or later
And still she would come to me

We have in Odessa in the area of ​​Moldavian
Street wonderful friends
An old wipers sweep yards
To my shining street
An old wipers sweep yards
To my shining street

Street, street, street native
Sovedovskaya my street
Street, street, street native
Sovedovskaya my dear

Channel cop I do not take walk
And shermachi poke forks on lehko
I wish he pokramzat but less
And as the soul can not pronounce me