Текст песни Ромс - Последний Подарок

Do not forget what happened, even if my age
How can you leave what was between us
Remember at least sometimes this fate to spite.

If you write letters, then tell between the lines
How you remember me, how you put your lips to my unshaven cheeks for less than a week.

I'm sorry that I was blind, I'm sorry that I followed the gossip
Behind those evil tongues that led to silence
Another time, already infected with rabies
Eternally drained by ecstasy that swallowed time after time
Gassed
With a little sarcasm, perceiving a new defeat
Like a child's argument ...

But not today ...
You look great,
But there is a little clue in your wedding dress
That you are getting married at the moment
That you have no way out and while there is still time…. There is…

White lilies color a few crazy years
Deep memory in memory - I know the future
An unpredictable world among happy children
And from door to gate to the crossing, flight ...

The road home from school
Feeling love talk power
I seem to remember over and over again ...
I carry lilies in my hands for a reason
Your beloved miracle is white.

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Do not forget that bulo do not know navit vik me
Yak can you fill it up then bulo mіzh us
Guess what, every bit of evil for evil
If you pisatimesh the sheet, then spread it out in rows

Yak zgadush about me yak tinkering with lips
Until my dear ones, the least time

Probach scho bov we listen probach scho ishov I am for the whips
For angry timy languages, they brought you to silence

For the first time already infected with the tale
Skills with a visnazhenim extaz
Yaky kovtav over and over again
With gas
With little sarcasm
Spriymayuchi new striking yak child proof ...

But only not this year ...

Ty miraculous viglyadєsh
That at your wedding cloth є a little fairy
I do not know how to go out of the way Є ...

Bilikh liliy color decilka bozhevilnykh lit
In memory of gliboky slid maybutni I know before
Not perebachuvaniyu svit children happy and hearts from doors to gates

On overload flight
The road from schools to dodoma
Feeling rosmova about kohannya power
I will never know and know
Lilia in my hands I carry non-drop
Your beloved marvel was beating Colorove.