| Poems until the morning on a napkin strikes at the bar
|
| A girl with a guitar drops tears on a blouse from Zara
|
| Take your change and tie the sizzling bundles into a knot
|
| Trust, don't cry and everything will be different
|
| Everything will be like in a fairy tale
|
| You sing so that you blow their heads off
|
| But you will sway and you will already wake up below
|
| Wake up baby
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale
|
| You sing so that you blow their heads off
|
| But you will sway and you will already wake up below
|
| Wake up baby
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale
|
| Former girlfriends you will not call, you will not take backstage
|
| They'll meet you one day in an ad on a bag of chips
|
| On someone's clothes in a mosh pit rumpled, on all ATMs
|
| You can safely support any format: cash and cards
|
| You sing so that you blow their heads off
|
| But you will sway and you will already wake up below
|
| Wake up baby
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale
|
| You sing so that you blow their heads off
|
| But you will sway and you will already wake up below
|
| Wake up baby
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale
|
| And there will be no empty seats in the hall
|
| Bought everything
|
| By plane from simple yards
|
| Will take away
|
| And the stool will be erased
|
| On which a three-year-old girl
|
| Mom reads a poem
|
| You sing so that you blow their heads off
|
| But you will sway and you will already wake up below
|
| Wake up baby
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale
|
| You sing so that you blow their heads off
|
| But you will sway and you will already wake up below
|
| Wake up baby
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| You are for sale, you are for sale
|
| you are for sale |