Текст песни Пятилетка - Обожглась на молоке

On milk, the girl burned down,
Almost once and does not believe anyone.
She drives her daughter to first class
And on the night closes tight doors,

and accelerates circles on water,
Itself is unable to figure it out ...
And I got wet boots
And I'm trying to open overnight.

The girl burned on milk!
It seemed from the men, no pass!
I brought her rowan in cognac,
She blows ahead of the water ...

On the milk girl burned
And I try to love all ...
You understand - I'm not a love
And not going to substitute you.

I have nothing to buy your love.
I do not want to miss the crossing -
you just cook the clawing
And I as long as the shirt stretch ...

Dried on the water will blow.
Fate and so blows foam ...
Let me, however, before you fall asleep,
Kiss your knees a hundred times ...

I lived for a long time without female heat,
All the years that the conclusion has drawn
I think you understood it
And make an exception from the rules ...