Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NZN , by - Luxor. Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Russian language
NZN(original) |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Больше ни слова не говори. |
| Follow me, детка, follow me. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Больше ни слова не говори. |
| Follow me, детка, follow me. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Больше ни слова не говори. |
| Follow me, детка, follow me. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Больше ни слова не говори. |
| Follow me, детка, follow me. |
| Я люблю с ней ночами гонять под низкий басс. |
| Никому не понять, что кружит нас. |
| Моё виски любит джаз. |
| Эта орбита закрыта для вида. |
| Мы в ней middle. |
| Каждый новый вдох и выдох так вставляет, к черту people. |
| К чёрту people, к чёрту кто-то кроме. |
| Борзый на орбите, влечешь меня, как море. |
| Горячо пленяешь в доме. |
| Где-то в самом центре Mosсow. |
| И мы легко находим космос. |
| Точно два подростка. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Больше ни слова не говори. |
| Follow me, детка, follow me. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| Больше ни слова не говори. |
| Follow me, детка, follow me. |
| Follow me. |
| Три слова о любви. |
| Follow me. |
| Три слова о любви. |
| Три слова о любви. |
| Три слова о любви. |
| Детка, you follow me. |
| You follow me. |
| Follow me. |
| Накроши, закрути, надыми. |
| You follow me. |
| (translation) |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Don't say another word. |
| Follow me baby follow me |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Don't say another word. |
| Follow me baby follow me |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Don't say another word. |
| Follow me baby follow me |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Don't say another word. |
| Follow me baby follow me |
| I like to drive with her at night under low bass. |
| No one understands what is circling us. |
| My whiskey loves jazz. |
| This orbit is closed to view. |
| We are middle in it. |
| Each new inhalation and exhalation is so inserting, to hell with people. |
| To hell with people, to hell with anyone else. |
| Greyhound in orbit, pull me like the sea. |
| Hot captivating in the house. |
| Somewhere in the very center of Moscow. |
| And we easily find space. |
| Exactly two teenagers. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Don't say another word. |
| Follow me baby follow me |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| Don't say another word. |
| Follow me baby follow me |
| Follow me. |
| Three words about love. |
| Follow me. |
| Three words about love. |
| Three words about love. |
| Three words about love. |
| Baby, you follow me. |
| You follow me. |
| Follow me. |
| Chop, twist, puff. |
| You follow me. |