Текст песни morj - День без дозы

(chorus chorus celebrates forty namarafechennyh Little Indians)

Every day she comes to the pier,
She smokes thoughtfully and rigorously,
waiting, say, the great foreign tourists,
two great elders of foreign ...
and it seems
is about to seem
Two men in a boat
not counting the deer
and black dog
She does not wait for signs of love -
a Santa Claus, and the Lord God
... and for her choir forty Little Indians
   black and white, as the key of black teens ...
   Babes!
          - & Quot; we went a day without a dose!
             We went a day without a dose! & quot;

Day after day she stands at the pier,
She smokes so much and something baleen,
expects hoarse cry of gulls
bearded datyh immigrants
and the leg does
Feet pampered -
top top!
and squeezes the handles two chocolate roses ...
She will be waiting for luminaries of the genre -
God and Santa Claus
... and above it fall and choir Little Indians
   black and white, like chess, blacks teenage ...
   Babes! together!
                         - & Quot; we went a day without a dose!
                            We went a day without a dose!
                            and grandfather frost, please !!!
                            We went a day without a dose!
                            We went a day without a dose!
                            aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
                            aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... & quot;

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