Текст песни Варшава пала к Моим ногам - Andrzej

Warsaw fell to my feet
On the day when I do not foresee
Nothing.
Gypsies steal horses
Kroll sailed pony - feared
But they do not need Czerniawa
Short legs and zero ambition
Check out you have frictions
Addict in the spice agony
They said, & quot; You go for the doctor & quot;
But - as mentioned above - stealing horses
Bits dreams gone soft clothes
You will not be like before, and
Lal empty words inflated air
I spend less confidence
Would not boobies
But as they say every time
This time was the last
And if you kneel
That is only because of the needs of
When he is given a Shiite spear
By lap machine
Muslim swears obscenities
On the eve of the virgins
That light it when
Arab ebnet me.
Warsaw fell to my feet
Shyly modest
I love you, Andrew.