Текст песни Кира Покровская - Знаешь детка, прошло уже не болит

You know, the babe, passed, no longer hurts
Time does not heal, I'm just around the edge
Into and Chromai
And every evening damn
Whiskey my i-hurts.
And without passion and without emotions,
Solid snot on the fist,
You were a special fool ...
Let's leave without proportions
Cultural dose of antidote,
Which was able to taste
So that in detail Lgala
Your wife / adorable / like a joke ...
You know, baby, no longer hurts ...
Every evening a damn doctor, my ah-hurt,
Miles sick wounds
And will give thoughts on the hit