Борис Циммерман - Джими Хендрикс
текст песни

There is no money and in the throat com.
And no one fell you-
NIT, where will we go into this shit?
Just in the month of volume
Made a pen of the former house
Seek your native airfield again
My hero is tall
Haer below the shoulders tail
Paphosen like Riders on the Storm
I will sing to you about the hero Tom
Song
And break - pat then

By birth of Sagittarius
He is thirty years old
Cuts on the ground of rings
He might be happy in the bushes
But where to get them in that empty
No, where is he and his bayonet - well done?
Sople flies on one
On one is circling the wing
And grabs the heart
in front of his "alle
op! ", but
After looking a little more fun

So we were talking about
I will drag on once again
Right up, here is my shoulder
Bake and go
There is no such word "home"
There was no before, it will not be later
This is where the river flows
To whom sham, who feels
This is what the one who is the scientist does not know
But my chapter, as before, is
Dream
So the heart is hot again