Текст песни Любовь Глотова и Анатолий Изотов - 18 - Мымра

Redhead lights inflate cheeks -
In the morning, the lanterns insult to go out.

Under the eyes of the mamra paint.
Frames with subkear mums are dangerous.

Tears for women - a rare case
Baba got used to chop ropes.
But each woman has its limits.
And he is just a dog Pernation,
rooster peel
Biryuk Forest,
but beautiful,
When - in the spring ...

Streets silence trams at intersections,
Wake up - each of the lamps.
Mumra touches himself a teenager,
She again wants tomorrow soon! ..
She's dreaming again: already a birthday,
So that he came, gave a flower,
So long for a long time to sniff him,
Dreaming and looking at the ceiling ...

But more and more often, it is generally decided:
Collect your eyes - signs, there will be tears.
Tomorrow she will not go to the movies
Neither Petya with anyone with any lash.

October crumbled, standing -
So he undressed in the hallway.
Perfect Mavel Rights
He is the worst good.
No comparison with Lesha.
... ....
The very thirty. At the shops - three.
It would be formed and soar!
Charging from tomorrow -
Who is the first - stone in me?

Herself does not know what a man is.
Herself stumbles and runs
In the premonition of some fire there is the first one in me?

He herself for any belt.
Herself - the sand, the sand itself.
Herself and in the hut there, and the horse -
Who is the first - stone in me?

Do not get out of debts itself.
And the house is only a dictionary of anyone.
And you, I will be able to take it,
First throw a stone in me.