Текст песни select - лондон париж

kill the mania of these ladies
beloved city, a place where you have never been
just wants to go there
baba cotton wool, yell about paris
london and new york romance damn
marry and reproach
which groom is a fucker
pour shit, because no one brings the city to dreams
someone will not love as in vanilla statuses
and destined not to a mansion and days, but to prozibat in the lower classes

you express that you need to value people dear to your heart
but we must appreciate those who can throw ideas
Better a bunch of whores and a day to meet them
than one loved one ideological type

write how you can't breathe when he looks
there is not enough air and you want to drink
you are destined to be together so the horoscope said
but you didn’t fit and he couldn’t
be with you so happiness squeak
and the juice of life is a bullet in the temple
stuck to the sofa because of the lady
I knew inside the lower classes, at the call of blue
let's go, these smells pull
beckon your name is what you want tell me
shine another status about his life
winter in lies, with love to another ken
unstuck in the summer, and again there are quotes
walking around the house, talking about the fact
where do the senses disappear
unnecessary damage to the mouth
then get caught up in passion
to a loved one, and hatred
to what makes people fall

sorry

but carry that past is worthless
like flowers for empty
Yaga will set it up
and I need a simple
that feeling that is called love
and fuh no yun i
hangover that anger
and like a flock on the edge
and little about currencies
for the ladies to run themselves
tell a part of the world and
do not work on yourself after reading these copyrights on the line
to have that woman who has no passion
give them in the mouth
do not graze at home
arrange castings
after all, everyone is led by money