Текст песни Виктория Шторм - Шанс

I can not get you out of his sick Bosko
I pour whiskey excitement,
Fuels in the caustic smoke thoughts
Long to you ..
I dream one morning
I did not wake up bump into your erections
Nakuru, get drunk, forget
Close to you
I want you to be my Sid
Maybe you would not be a bad Romeo
But we are different, we all too often sin,
Smoke grass and drink.
But I have become your Juliet
Only for the fact that you'd left my posthumously
And I did not have time to forget ...
I'll be your whore, your Nancy, your Boni,
You just do not get my Kurt.
But let's stay a better,
Let us write a new history,
Who will know all the kids,
There will be leveled at us dream of such love.
Someone will remove a movie about us,
Write dozens of songs, we shall stretch in Wikipedia
You just give me the fucking chance to merge with you
And I promise that you will never
This will not be sorry.