Текст песни Июнь - Эгоист

I wrote what - that line,
But how much of these words,
I know I will be delighted,
They will enter in your heads

He painted a picture of two tri-
They are so much sun and heat
They will be all that you want
Just pay and I have to go

On the night, where is reflected in the windows,
Where noisy holidays,
Where will listen again
My sweet flattery

Overnight, one that tolerates me
And what else
Again, do not go home
Up in the morning will be here

Here I try to paint,
I'm trying to lay down the verses,
Do not run out of ink by the way,
A darkness began to paint colors

The night that happened
And who will now listen to my bluff
About beautiful life
In my hands clean sheet

Night, why you left in the rain,
Why do I get wet, why am I in the mud,
           I'm your selfish.