Текст песни ChipaChip - Визави

[Chipachip]
These sleepless nights
Or goes from * ka time.
Pop text very,
And your blurred image is again in the emphasis.

Cold September wind,
Blinds in the morning before the thread.
But I'm prorted to the last meter,
Delivering these postcards under the nick.

You are not holy, and there is no Number too me,
And they would be nymph, and I am a passion for you as a hymn.
So that everything is mutual to not be afraid of all evil winches to us
Go shopping, then thank you.

And ask "Where did you care?",
With the Wire of the waist to pull the leggings.
And tell about it is extremely crushing,
As it did not work out, the numbers were removed from SIM.