Текст песни Александр Ionoff - Бабочки

my loneliness
And your bright laughter
And this spring
For all
Verses interfere with cognac
And on Thursday night, unable to sleep
When I 'll die ?
That will be a success ....
I am begging you
Turn me light
Because here
spring is not
will the sun
There are butterflies
Jam all
All the damn
The soul is like the camera
Without wall door
But even in prison you - nobody
Death in a pink tank top
Let's cum in her mouth
Kill the bitch , kill
You come to me
You are my black light
From under the cloud
Where there is no heaven
will the sun
There are butterflies
Jam all
All the damn