Текст песни Максим Аншуков - Торопыжка

Poor you talk about me
My heart crashed in half
How many letters you wrote
The sun harp and you did not

Among all the ways, one is open
You sit there, you look at the trough
I'm leaning, I closes the eyes
And your masks

Toropping to me, baby
Dunny, and yes, give
Honey under the bench, himself to the counter
All keys on one pin

You are in the snow, I feel in your reflection
You're in paradise, I'm reborn
Tell me some more
And search for another