Текст песни Глава 94 - Найгірша пісня про любов

How so? Thoughts turned to ashes
After my sarcasm, you called the cops
Tears eat away at the skin on my face
My cupid probably shot down a little sight
I wasn't there and she wasn't here
So I threw, chose the wrong goal
I see it all in dreams, but where to look for you?
Still bad after our accident
You will remember the kiss with the asphalt
I remember, kitty, your somersault
It took my breath away, everything was fine
And we forgot for a moment about our broken vehicle
In your eyes I noticed how the days are melting
Teeth like stars scattered on the canvas
Cala baths and blood as in Alabama flood
And you remind me of mandrake root
Alcohol is to blame for everything
Alcohol is to blame for everything
Alcohol is to blame for everything
You hear - this is the worst song about love

Quiet evening - I climbed in contact with the public
You threw me an application for Viktor Pavlik
The hydraulics in the stool seemed to throw me
You blinded and stole a rat like a UFO
I barked at all your eight avatars at once
We agreed to meet, I said, "I'll take the guitar."
Where can you find such a firecracker? These are not corsairs for you
It's simple - I traded in the root
Met in the park - I offered ice cream
Then port and I were barely on the way past
She was drunk, so she agreed
A few stops on Paton and my house along the way here
We fell in love with "Alcobro" ... here I said:
What is her genital volume !!
There's a bigger bolt than mine - how could you, Stepan ?!
I burped, cried and fucked a lot like ...
Alcohol is to blame for everything
Alcohol is to blame for everything
Alcohol is to blame for everything
You hear - this is the worst song about love