Текст песни ВУЗВ - Хіт

1
You stood on the road, in a mini skirt in the cold
At first I didn't even recognize it
What is left of fun, beautiful, fragile
The girl I once knew
And now every passerby can buy you
Moldovan, chick or Georgian
I see you, my God, you look like a commodity now
They bring you to a cheap store
I remembered the days when I liked it
And our love was like a game
You were better for me, and everyone called you
Queen of our court
I wanted you to remember to be me again
White and fluffy, like a bunny
Our love was small and only for us
A song from an old receiver

2
As life scattered us, I was taken into the army
Into the desert, to camels, to Iraq
You left the training when you were invited
Dance in a smoked tavern
Then you sent a letter asking for it
For me to forgive, I let go
I walked for three days, became a rag soldier
Hardly a bullet in the temple did not let
And I was holding hands, someone was saying all the boughs
And back there is no gate
It's all girl jokes, and of course it's not worth it
They lose their lives for them
Come up or talk, this would probably be the match *
You will have to leave
The song that the old receiver lied to