Текст песни Mo.st.. - Тычинка пестик

In this world lived
We were clearly fond of
Feelings hooked your eyes
When you smiled at me sweetly.

Tralee-wali we chatted all night
But then they lit on the couch.
My joy you are not perfect but
My T-shirt fits gorgeous on you.

Kora-mora our life on repeat
Dial my phone on the fence.
Your masks don't work excuses.
"I'm not yours, you're not mine," but these are fairy tales.

Tili dough is a simple guy and a bride.
Two tickets to nowhere, they felt cramped.
Selfie together on Instagram - "stamen pistil"
We stand still and we are in place.