Текст песни Гулько Михаил - Подаренное танго.

I am not "Fantik,
I am without candy grew.
Well I'm dragging on a bow
In the jungle of your hair?
Horn storm in the ground
Expanding the vessels.
On wine glare pouring the potion,
Along the drop of love losing.

Chorus:
Lips are missing
Black nights and days.
Where are your devils wear?
If, of course they ...
Tears by morning I am
I am merry with a hangover.
No- you don't have to die ...
Well, here and you have fun.

My boat without cheerful
Drive down the line -
Soon he will arrive in autumn,
It became, in fierce.
From the flap of evil lobe
I will hide a banner
I will come out with him in a pure field,
Schin in his native edge.

Chorus.