Текст песни Paul Baldhill - Хит-Парад

Do you not like something?
What is the difference in me?
Now they will not love you how not cool
My bullets - Curses,
Grain of Antipathy
Bitch, better with Amur you do not joke

You did not get into the hit parade of my thoughts
Do not send my letters anymore
In the head, and not in my heart my shot
So much fools (around so much fool
I will be boxed your vulgar thoughts
Do not send my letters anymore
You are unworthy of my arrows forces,
Only bullets in the forehead, too long tolerated you

I endured, I endured, I endured you
For too long I endured
I endured you I endured
And not wiped

New alerts
You want to communicate.
But your messages
I will no longer read.
On prayers, promises
I will answer silence
Now you are not dreaming about dating.

You did not get into the hit parade of my thoughts,
Do not send me more my letters.
In mind and not in my heart is my shot,
So much fools around so much
I will be boxed your vulgar thoughts
Do not send me more my letters.
You are unworthy of my boom forces
Only bullets in the forehead. I flew.

You did not get into the hit parade of my thoughts
Do not send my letters anymore
In the head, and not in my heart my shot
So much fools (around so much fool
I will be boxed your vulgar thoughts
Do not send my letters anymore
You are unworthy of my arrows forces,
Only bullets in the forehead, too long tolerated you

I endured, I endured, I endured you
For too long I endured
I endured you I endured
And not wiped