Текст песни Типси Тип - Жди меня

small balls from the face in sadness,
stirring sugar in my cup, in my shirt.
drizzles a little bit. these are my fingers knocking on the window.
Lesha glances from the wallet in gloss.
squirrels brushed with photoshop in a photo studio.
you look and sniff your nose. there is no cold.
without removing the black top from the bucket of water,
the small one waits and looks up, as if I were a saint.
across and along I'm with you. somewhat arrogant durogon,
impudent inguinal humor on an ear.
bang the bun for the health of who your pillow smells like.
on a side road, whose step turned into a run.
the hustle and bustle of counting in my face, well, fucking in my mouth, but what about?
longing with my paks shakes me with my eyes down.
wrap yourself in a blanket.
good polar night.
wait for me, wait ...
without metusni. temporary calm. I have dreams.
I'm sick. I need to wash the rain off you.
look at the birds. a signature verse flies with them.
read and wait.
without metusni. temporary calm. I have dreams.
I'm sick. I need to wash the rain off you.
look at the birds. your tipi type flies with them.