Текст песни Вольта - Даниэль Дефо

She smelled of honey and milk,
she went feline gait.
not drink it mouthful, do not give up.
in her veins flowed the grape juice,
and wade road salt mine.
Summer in her voice played folk,
but in my - September,
Daniel Defoe.
she became a life without ripped rhymes.
caressed puppy, female.
Amsterdam, Paris or Rome,
and, if you want, even in Izhevsk.
her fingers drum sang shine
and I loomed in my misty blues.
Summer in her voice played folk,
but in my - September,
Daniel Defoe.
hangover equivalent view
not loving, already.
Staley me harder, come and lie down
palm of a candle burning.
to veins tech grape juice,
and then scraping the road salt.
to voice the summer played folk
and More September
Daniel Defoe.