Текст песни Елена Ваенга - Короли

And those girls, brunettes, blondes,
Tattoos on the flat backside,
Dragged braids bandanki,
And fall to strip.
In the hands of some brass knuckles tightened,
And resection with pistols,
A speedometer on two hundred and fifteen,
A year has already passed for twenty
Oh-oh-oh-oh, kings !!!

And we threw coins in his pockets,
And we were afraid of cold light.
And we loved tunes in quarts,
And we were looking for yourself fairway.
Bass broke long ear,
The twentieth century - well, we Amazons ...
oh-oh-oh-oh, kings !!!

And to us it must be just a little bit -
We write letters to God short.
We die too late, not early,
But our old wounds heal.
And we are about the source,
But again we somehow lonely ...
Oh-oh-oh-oh.

And our life as the twelfth round.
We put under ultra underground.
We do not interfere with koloyu whiskey
But stutter in the disc player.
We're talking lipped,
And it is not the time for us hijacking,
Oh-oh-oh-oh, kings !!!!