Текст песни ChipaChip - Напополам

Grounded voice downed mode
And today we have sinned with you in my hut Kent.
You throw out what we will get in the way of the head,
Remember, with stakes of me by the hand, such as looking for a way out.

Gentle whirlwind longing to vyhah, your whim
My Pohang as tracks for you, you look at least.
You draw a conclusion, I do not expect any che,
All my Life a solid minute of some defect.

Tears stream tries ** do not need romance candy,
You from me so suddenly become suddenly far away.
I'm lost in this city from orbit mint,
On weekdays from othodosah plan straight terfaces smoke us.

This is not a trendy Style, the next verse is about you,
I too s ** New, and boil polyubas rollers.
I'm not serious, frivolous, do not sleep in the trash
And so I can not somehow redeem, where is their love