Текст песни дима петля - ворую апельсины ради любимой

In the night store
I freeze, as if rubber.
It’s like that.

The sleeve is pineapple juice,
And in another only a term.
how out of it is not lucky

Born beautiful,
meet, get married and
be a devoted province,

in which our first son will be born.

Chopel twice whores:

Instead of candles, lanterns
I stole an orange for you.
We die together, because we lie together.
I feel good with you.
You're like a daisy, and I like a pot.

Trudely 2:

You pierced my heart with a penny knife.
Childhood ended so sharply.

Now we are lying on a towel -
Two processes of decadence.

We catch good luck with our foreheads
We build a fool out of you
Cosmos is just around the corner
I'll go and steal

Another orange.

*Chorus (x2)*

Names:
Love is when you steal an orange for her;
chamomile and pot;
orange;
Antihape ....