Текст песни Jane Air - SAINT-P

Chao bambina Chao
This is Peter baby
Razor licks
Bloody Drool
On your knees
On your dishes
Your black dog has turned into a foul
Barks at you
In one gulp
drinks shots and paws
Wax nipple
Everything is simple for him here.
Now it will be trash
And a bit of gloss

Radio Saint-P!
In our veins is not blood but whiskey
Cocaine in the trunk
And the head of Jeanne Friske

Radio Saint-P!

Viva Senorita!
Your daughters
Will be open today
Hands clogged
Up to the elbow
Grins on the face
Smile is wider
The roof will break
But will not bend
He is waiting in the dark
Who will fall
To him under the coat
Nymphs clog up
Eyelash skin
Pouring expensive alcohol into it
He is already no
It’s already 6 o’clock in the morning
And will follow you

Radio Saint-P!
In our veins is not blood but whiskey
Cocaine in the trunk
And the head of Jeanne Friske