Текст песни NoName ft тренадцатый - О любви не написал

The third verse:
About love has not now not the same band
The stomach is not a butterfly, let Espumizan
instead of jumping to the seventh heaven
Do not be yelling to me there, I wear sneakers

I monotomney home, the oldest nokii
Rather, it is a vice and I am very sick
By love I do not ask me kontsove will be ashamed
And you do not matter how deftly deftly jumped

Subsistence bottom of the back of the lawn
Then he covered the face and you're in the classroom every
I know you think it's nostalgia but no fucking way
Near thee board body moves to the beat

ey I chased thoughts
As an investigator, and hang sour
But under the influence of the hand, I became another
And where nahvatyval trip, there sprouted weeds