Estimate, the rain will get wet and Yalta in winter
|
There's a fashionable outfit in the closet, life is a casino
|
Outside the window the world is still so strange
|
But I'll open my eyes and be myself
|
I would wave to Lisbon, it seems to be calm there
|
I'll sit in Boeing and 50 for health
|
There were many stories where I'm not a superhero
|
Even a superhero can give up without a fight
|
On old photo wallpapers weather is fire
|
And we have 0 in March, and I'm already satisfied
|
And you and I are still winding along the curve
|
Well, the one that rests on the end of the palm
|
Someone from above is in control
|
Within the walls of the heavenly laboratory
|
Inherited one foot in their corridor. |
Details in the protocol
|
In the press contract, the judge would pump
|
She is so nothing, normally located
|
In his leather chair, the cases in the folder are folded
|
Straps, lace, cross stitch embroidered
|
While the steel door plastid bounced
|
Traffic jams 9 points and I'm a little tired
|
In a box with black cash, strength to start
|
Whatever he wanted, he became. |
Well, what's the point?
|
And I'll take it and wake up!
|
And I'll take it and wake up!
|
And I'll take it and wake up!
|
And I'll take it and wake up! |