Текст песни Ольга Чикина - Металлика

"The bale-bale" - I bale on temechku
"Sweetheart," it, "the sun forest."
The fourth time he sings to me,
And I would die for this song, cursing.
And in his pocket seeds,
Kayak on the back and all that.
It touched my departure,
And he sings - and this is my last hour.

Chorus:

Lord, let me die
under the "Metallica", give me!
Lord, give him a kick
Yes instruct him, Train!
Lord, send it, send
vizguchey to his mane!
Lord, forgive me, forgive me -
and "Metallica" put.

The fourth time he sings to me,
It touched my departure, and he's in shock.
And I continue to fly off,
Below me - his amber pine.
Shining tears - he lives,
He excitedly messy guitar,
And I lie and die,
And the separation of our meeting is destined.

Chorus.

1999