Текст песни туган кунинмен жаным сестрам менин Динара ботаканым - Туган кунинмен

To the chest , like Irene Ferrari ,
And so the priest like J. Lo .
That opened his mouths of men ,
They took on the steep cars .
To all the flowers thrown at the feet ,
And every day, in love swore
And to dress boutiques ,
Any performed whim.
To Soul Plane sex before dawn,
Vodilos always to loot,
In Egypt, a vacation all summer ,
And to go to Turkey in winter.
Ibiza to hang out ,
To the men sworn in love
( I'd like to repeat )
In short , everything to be zashebis !