Текст песни марта турлакова - воровка

You know, you have no talent for steaming.
reading it
I want to give you on fucklet,
What do you look at me with the eyes of languid?

Think, pick my songs,
Words that fabric, like a kudesnik,
You will be better and flight
from strangers praise?

You are lying, honey,
like a pascid love
All you can get from me
selfish, creature lying,
Will you keep me with all this, honey,
So far, fuck you, if you do not return me to me.