Текст песни Девятка - 140

Time passed, omen, disco, summer, warmed with love, this is the middle of the plot.
A cigarette went off before dawn, she just threw it without an answer, slammed the door, left, forgetting his phone. Whistling tire gas to the floor, he went to overtake.
140 in a turn along the highway rain, sick heart, called her his wife. Flew off the strass, the end was cut off the whole film, and in the SMS phone: "I'm waiting for a child !!!