Текст песни Валерия Митина - Наизнанку

In his voice - Pato-sweet,
And in breathing - gently eternal,
He is in my heart riots
Black and white dear mlyer.

He made it there, my God,
Everyone crashed, everything broke, scattered to hell,
And at least cry, even anior, and under the skin he,
Running goosebumps on the shoulders.

I would raise, I would cure,
I would throw out like a trash
I would only have a kiss still withstand ...
I let go, go, cute, God with you ...