Текст песни омонра - дробышаю и слушаю

Katie does not have Batey
on a red couch
We are sitting in her hut
gram in the right pocket

dog cut back
I bring a letter
your sad mine
boys obossut

tea on the window sill
no cold water
Listen not flirt
we're not young

advanced age
It makes itself felt
remember to collect firewood
You bury your mother

I say for you to toast
at your funeral
indulge in the drain
rap on vinyl
listened to

homeless children eats bezprizornyh
and on a full stomach in boxes hropyat
unnecessary me a prostitute rolling even with a discount
if only you were here and danced lezginka

you are my Sati Casanova sing songs Gazmanov
I'm your Drobyshev day and night drobyshayu
Fur exhibition on
all without laughter seriously
you are the main character of my dreams

tears drop on the carpet
you want to stand on a heron
on poodokonnikah
curtains in triangles