Текст песни BULVIN - Вот она

Here she is, here she is
I wound on my chely.

Thought in paper pockets,
I thought they would love
As a result, she was picked up in Ebalo and fell asleep.

Tried to talk to her,
But she fuck on everything,
She wanted love?
I got my own.

Boiled hopes
Knees on the floor,
Got up every time
When offered iPhone.

She was ready for everything
Cut yourself the veins with a stupid knife.

She wanted to be a beloved lady,
Gave her flowers, given chanel,
She asked the car and the house,
Received from foot by Ebalu.
Fuck the eight.

Here she is, here she is
I wound on my chely.