Текст песни Аdвокат Беляк - Сплошные губы

Your idea
dreaming on the softening of the brain,
vyzhirevshy as a waiter at a greasy couch
I will tease about the bloody heart flap:
fill izizdevayus, sassy, ​​and sodium.

I have in mind not a single gray hair,
and senile tenderness is not it!
The world is huge power of the voice,
go - beautiful,
twenty-two.

Gentle!
You love the violin lozhite.
Love on drums lozhit rough.
And myself, as I can not turn,
to have some solid lips!

Do you want to -
I am going mad meat
- And as the sky, changing colors -
You want -
I will be perfectly tender,
not a man, and - a cloud in trousers!