Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Чалый GOD

roan some year - to herself alone
Housing is no longer waiting for the body , hands, eyes - almond
through the doors of two sentences , I did not immediately die
What do you want?

even cats city gordno look at me
dark gypsy hands navrut with three boxes
that everything I have and everything will come back to me soon

muscles are not the same - the time it took to empty thoughts
a run around the room , looks at his watch and sheets
and wallpaper , melons goddess Playboy
but still hanging , and have nothing to reap.