Текст песни Markul - Должен

[Chorus: Markul]
End this trap in a drunken delirium,
In pursuit of anything, I’ll obviously find one
That will brighten my gaps, wounding in the morning,
Bends like a guitar - loves the game.

[Verse 2: Markul]
Your bitch is a hit, she wants sex on the beach
Her door is always open, but we will not tell anyone
Only seemingly harmless, a new home - the same picture
After all, places where there is no love, everything is compensated by experience
We weigh like stalactites, in the head a thick porridge
Her sex is an art straight from the Hermitage
And I have to

[Chorus: Markul]
End this trap in a drunken delirium,
In pursuit of anything, I’ll obviously find one
That will brighten my gaps, wounding in the morning,
Bends like a guitar - loves the game.
End this trap in a drunken delirium,
In pursuit of anything, I’ll obviously find one
That will brighten my gaps, wounding in the morning,
Bends like a guitar - loves the game.