Текст песни Евгений Поляруш - Богиня

She was the finest lady
such that cut the eyes
in her amur fimaama
Same cooked sausage

She is flying gait
drove stones in the sidewalk
Queen of autobah bully
her baptized honest bazaar

She walked all this -
Fashioned Shlot Bishkekposhiv
I looked at her, yeast
Siens stabbing

... nobody will get married
... she is cold as a pear compote