Текст песни Две Столицы ft. OVen - Ты руками моими сожми свое сердце

You're my fantasy,
How hot winter.
As for dinner naked,
as soulless Moscow.
I drink the throat,
these drops of alcohol.
You're not mad bitch
You are my Love Story ....

And do not we love to share half.
Vera was gone, lady web spam.
I'm not tired, name shouted.
In the dream, seeing you and pier.
Do not become one, we do not become whole.
False feeling offended pride.
His lips trembled, body burned.
For you to spin, it skillfully.
Where is your truth? If it H.
Where is my strength? Pain has claimed.
Heart roared silently in his chest.
After those words, that & quot; Honey, forgive & quot;
Trite, just like that, all departed.
I do not regret it, I'm tired.
In bed with another, the best part.
Fantasy dream, you were with me.

You are my hands
Squeeze your heart
And I'm his lips
Kiss so tender
Seems to cry tears
It hurts ... so painful
You disappears again
Enough, pretty ...