Текст песни Лампочка - выдуманный парень

It will grow his nose from the damned lies,
Joku rushed, I could not shift.
Girlfriends admire, suppress friends,
After all, my love is mutual, beautiful.

After all, I have a fictional guy,
Like the bottle of spirits.
He best plays reggae on the guitar.
It is a pity that the invented guy gives nothing,
In the evening he does not accompany home.

Knows every dog how to be alone
That any question is easier for male back.
Guys are unlikely to write me, it is unlikely to call,
After all, you can get on the box.