Текст песни РO - Ее словa

Her words like a chill on the skin
In the boiling water like
And the pile of stacked rows
I was frostbitten
I rush to the heart in her chest
It is a pity that I have not visited this section of love
Right now, sex and blyadin
And I'm all alone
Like a donkey
And only cheerful smoke
We would be with you to Barcelona, ​​Rome
As a result, I'm sitting in the cabin and your voice in hands-free
I remember the yellow leaves
As chewed Lieser
The smell of her perfume left burns on mucous
We have a step closer
We approached each other
And all that was before you, we will not stir
I met only
I dreamed a pancake
With a smile, and what would the tears from flowing eyelashes
To fucking inside
To compress the soul
I need sleep welcome
As the wife of her husband