Текст песни Бранимир - Мне все бабы другие похую

In a dirty crypt, angels were sobbed,
The world is a painted hospital,
The heart was a dormant ambal,
Thanks for you to the Lord.

That under the sail is white by sea blue
That overboard on the bottom of sharing crumbs,
To me with you everywhere one sweet,
I have all the women of others.

Per hour when relatives were blocked
Betrayed the bees of Zhalili,
You told me alone
It didn't merge when smelled smelled.

And warm the buttocks on the island of Samui,
I did not care with a rich laughter and
Therefore, I love my faithful thing
I have all the women of others.

And when I was sickless,
Death delirmed nights black
You are in the cathedrals of knees smearing,
God thundered in the ears.

Mountain flowers aromas drunk,
All satin fabrics, poems with sighs,
All to your legs is my spicy,
I have all the women of others.