Текст песни АлоэВера - на летней резине

Baby, will leave off until we're not cooled
Let winter tickles us back
making his way under the collar
you and I can not bear the cold
climb deeper, deeper
wind to keep it out
Catch my disease

You turn something pozhesche
I mouth sips Gray
Yes, you see how I'm drunk
as fading, my words are circling

And I scatter my soul out
and falling back in his chair
too harsh, too honest, too easy for coquetry

Your lips turn blue
on the summer tires
we are crazy or just stupid
look like snow in a head-pounding mercilessly

I'm leaving on the glass at the point
out there - the night
whines winter, spreads light
and in the glare of the hundreds we have two hundred
barely familiar