Текст песни Фарида Газзалова - Озак йэшэ эсэй

When the wind blows in your white eyes
You know, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?
On your way back, your mind will return,
Expect it already every weekend.

chorus:

The green grass of your yard,
There will be no grass, no grass.
Your holy and pure heart,
Long live the world!

Saying in your holy will,
Wrong, wrong, wrong
By the end of the day,
It's okay to complain. "

When you say 'crunching', to some people this may sound like allot, but it's really not
The urge to live in my heart increases.
Life is in my heart
I'm sorry to hear that.
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