Текст песни Какао - Запутанные Волосы

While I was resting in the & quot; red & quot ;, poured,
next door first love celebrating a wedding.
He would know, went to congratulate,
even if not getting called, as before, drunk, beautiful, with flowers.
Sloths always say that now is not the time,
coquette say that the weather is not that home.
Brought back to the depot of his pride.
Bells. And she loved me in the mouth lonely Saturday.

Polutorolitrovoy-half pricked at the kitchen
with a five-foot wrong.
In my rotten oradzh for fruits, I can love for both,
and love cum on my stomach.
Strange, but I want to come back,
 stick your feet in old shoes, you in a blouse and skirt,
survive & quot; fifth day & quot ;, throw a cigarette butt in a puddle, laughing,
to think that tomorrow will not be difficult for us.

 I will give the fifth & quot; A & quot ;.
We will write the plan, I and I believe?
Talk about it - to attach importance to the fact that it does not have.
But do not say it is impossible. No no no no.
I'll write a verse for people who are accustomed to sleeping in an embrace,
szharyu omelet who loved unloved.
Your tangled hair slicked now.
Hard to say - it is easier to express.