Текст песни Marisa Delore - Иначе

In the world where I have a son, you have a wife,
where in the car you are the hedgehog passenger,
I am a familiar, perhaps, vaguely, hardly barely,
So, in principle, there is no reason to save themselves;
Where I became a lawyer and do not write programs ...
I'm still the same: to one sterry, to another gentle,
only here is not the line of poems, not Lata holes
And I do not invest in words more than words,
Even if we get up next door
And we go to visit each other on Thursdays.

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