Текст песни Saty Jay - до блеска вымыта машина БПАН

To shine machine washed
Spikes spread out on tires
Sometimes the soul lousy
I hear friends saying went screaming to us
But in the court of spinning a shroud of white snow
But he broke both of my dreams in the spring
Around my home boys girls
Warm up the crowd podymem fix that bonnet
Under the chiming clock raise our glasses
Without train stations are empty
Today we can in the trash, even from those who bpan
Lights fanfare honk the car is spinning a ball
Somewhere far away glowing Christmas trees
Playing buffer yes to all of the back shelves
Shut starry sky give gifts
A thought they fled, and tinder from under the arches

Full house in the New Year
I would not miss
But a hundred reasons hundred worries
To rinse the throat

The campaign is not great but it did not seem small
By the morning of the mess, and who really is at the muzzle salad
And I did not sleep well and that there were no fights
Even I am writing verse and still get in a rhythm
And outside fireworks exploding much the whole day
But sad to celebrate my period
Libo ready output with low slung
We drive it one I will call it a sweet
The children enjoyed a miracle I did not smell
And I write as I can and as best I can rhyme
For the toner can not see why I sit smoke
Shop filled with smoke imagine that in heaven
Music will not hear loud phone
I opened the window and secretly roll
Ostanvilsya was small but sad cry no reason
Ask of Grandfather Frost wheelbarrow brother rather than iPhone.