Текст песни Goryachiy shokolad feat. Obekt Pod Ohranoy - Береги

Scraps of newspapers yesterday
Fragments of the crystal tower of our i
I go into the yard and snow as blue paint
Falls on the kaipend of my Alaska,
Cold air leaves imprints on gloves.
I step on the snowdrifts of the Starovskoy sole, smooth,
And rofata in the cell will not save from the wind,
But neither from the pain of the doctor do not treat wounds caused by love
All dirt under the fresh snow will hide,
Leaving only white noise
And I quietly ask Just in My Heart
Click on the play, and not on the start.
Calmly get up and listening will not work
Bayby you number one you are the best