Текст песни Wallace Band - На мне твой рок

On me your rock

The world hovered behind the wall
I did not want to wake you
You're still with me
I do not want to leave

I turn into grapefruit, spinach,
Oatmeal, milk, cottage cheese,
Purple wine bottle
For a notch.

How to confuse traces
From the common fingers on the glass.
With the Chervonny lads you go,
I saved kings.

You do not just beat
I'm up to the last joking,
And again my turn
Hand to clean the candle.

Worlds agreed for half an hour,
Heat exchange, and diverged
One - cultivate your garden
The other is to push out your sheet.

Fighter invisible fronts
And the tastor of children's tears,
Any of us is always ready
Take seriously.

The world hovered behind the wall
I did not want to wake you
You're still with me
I hate to leave.

I turned into hot tea
And in sweet apple pie
On me invisible printing
On your rock me.

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