Текст песни Виктор Бро - Воспоминания о чем то грустном

I was used easier if you ebalasya all
fly to AIDS, hung, it's not quite so
you really go under the dress earrings
where am I to you, look under the hood crumpled

to fall back to, to the bottom and out
you're so much like me, but not the than necessary
you wear Prado dvol? I do not understand it
just like you, words really empty

Only I'm sorry, I lost the sun
okutany walls, I would hug you
I nevminyaemy, changing perceptions
as long as it plays catch the moment of love

in mp3 format, winter, but soon in March
itself does not change, that the dirt under your feet
burned to the ground inside the smoke aparat zayuzat
I love you my favorite illusion