Текст песни Жека - А она вот по встречке

In her room, the music moves the cigarette smoke,
And depends on a red traffic light is hopeless,
And increasingly, a funky world swam years numbed iPhones lies listlessly

On the table, two glasses and dinner, it should come
He is always on the odd in the family to go back in the morning,
And she's on an opposite yes towards the Love, through both solid soul ready to rush

Chorus:
Do not ask for whom the silence of its iPhone, when something still tells someone: "My favorite hello". Do not ask for whom the silence of its iPhone, when something still tells someone, "My favorite hello".

In the former come true and a moment or a little longer,
Just at the moment the traffic light for it is red,
She was so eager to happiness in the air itself seemed to breathe
I so want to iPhone is not silent in vain.

Chorus:
 Do not ask for whom the silence of its iPhone, when something still tells someone: "My favorite hello". Do not ask for whom the silence of its iPhone, when something still tells someone, "My favorite hello". 2 times