Текст песни Зануда, Максим Кипишь, Тбили - Твой грех

Love, cotton
And so it was bitching
It is to him that way,
I dear to brother

Hope remembers me
And he knows that I am not a fashion
I'm in the sports area
Raspizdyay unemployed

I'm in the studio as well
Nakruzhu same Varick
She met him
I have to patsykam under padik

There is no romance at all
My character is not so
And we can all her tears
Call saltwater

I was wearing the huts
Blue Nike pedal
We have it to do there
We are too different steel

Waking up next to it there
In the morning, I'm one
My phone is silent
Now, without any reason

And I'm still not as clean-shaven
I go home in the morning
Dick knows where I is
When not with you

I bury those feelings
It's as alive
But in the morning he loved
When she is not wearing makeup