Текст песни Андрюша Творческий - Ничего страшного

When you find my ass grass
I gently take a look into your lovely eyes,
I will open the bag and deftly wring
Cant of ticket from St. Petersburg to Sochi.

A pair of puffs, we no longer need,
Smoke, cough and gently dimming light.
You're just a sergeant, and I'm a bartender in a gay bar
And there is nothing wrong in this, no.

You just is what it is, and not more,
The same as I do, to anything that shame.
And if we are here with you outside the law,
That is the time to stay the law.
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The story ended - nationals
Sergeant crucified, nailed to the wall.
I could not survive, and hung up the bartender,
Love is keeping in rough loop.