Текст песни Lividup - Иностранка

So what sang me strange rows?
Sand thoughts were poured on the sides.
Do not become, those who were "aunts whites", not become smart.
Do not stop forget about my time ...

"So what?" - a somewhat composed voice
Tart flavor wine.
And she is arrogant, the language is broken,
He sakes for me strange rows.

It is clear to me that not so. I did not stranger.
He knew himself, not a fool. I wanted.
I just afraid that not so.
I did not stranger. He knew not a fool ...