Текст песни matea - Кто богаче

poor you can not forget;
He poorer - increasingly remember.
trying on every off your destinies
all dreamed that now - he said. ONLY YOU

poor we like under the nose -
found some shortcomings,
and now the Cuban cigarette -
for one is not sweet.

Italy me all tasteless,
you tired of all the homeland?
I will not specify feelings
but
let us change?

who are richer in their scribbled,
with mirrors lick?

I challenge you to restrict,
but the words - in the visa-free regime,

and the memory runs mucus
with leaves.

snis I do not sense with sheets,
but something more pure

where the one who all ready?
we have a pair of adventurers
from one to two cigarettes Winston