Текст песни Вадим Харламов - Песня девушке

Lying on the beach drinking cocktails
You're sexier baby, any model
And you call me your betrothed husband
Dusk was falling, we don't need anyone else
Fuck words, metaphors and phrases
We love each other, which means there is no red stop
Your blood boils with every touch
And I fall in love with you girl again and again

Wake up on a cold morning, bitch it was a dream
She returned bliss, not me, but he
Watching you jump on the pylon
In a blue or white and gold dress
Waiting for the continuation of the banquet on the bed
While I stick your VKontakte pictures
Chained by bracelets of hopelessness
Killing myself with cigarettes looking for opportunities

And it seems naive everything is banal and simple
In love with food, it will be easy, because not a teenager
And believing that we will someday be happy together
I will finally put an end to this song

Wake up on a cold morning, bitch it was a dream
She returned bliss, not me, but he
Watching you jump on the pylon
In a blue or white and gold dress