Текст песни Скрябiн vs А.Підлужний - Оля

Fm D # Cm C #
Put your hands up - and the sun shines from you.
Loosen the braid -
and I will make a fool of you.
Give me mountains of gold,
and we don't need anything
Nobody would give anyway,
Because it is far to the sky.

Olya, Olya, Olya ...

Throw away your tears
On the scorching earth,
Paradise will be here soon,
If you want for sure.
I thought to myself:
Or stay alive?
Ok so me
Where to hurt yourself, where?

Olya, Olya, Olya ...
Olya, my Olya ...