алена швец. - Свалка
текст песни

The sound of a lighter, I see this summer at a landfill, ah
I consider it fashionable strange makeup and tights, oh
The sound of a lighter, I see this summer at a landfill, mm
I consider it fashionable strange makeup and tights
My goal is simple, dress like that
So that the grandmothers scatter and yell out of place
These people are flat, I throw in them with sparkles
I climb into the moon and fly into space
I fly into space, like a fairy-cross
I chat "conver", dissecting the air
I am unprincipled, the city is provincial
Where it stinks gray and a little burning
The sound of a lighter, I see this summer at a landfill, ah
I consider it fashionable strange makeup and tights, mm
The sound of a lighter, I see this summer at a landfill, ah
I consider it fashionable strange makeup, strange makeup and tights
I will color my face to pass by
And he thought: "Is there a fool, is she all good?"
Everything is fine with me, I'm singing today
I don't like you anymore, this is if about personal
A trolleybus arrives, leaving with me
The place nearby is free, land, argue
About flowers and grief, about the group "Paid Molly"
And then through the window we will go out onto the scarlet field
The sound of a lighter, I see this summer at a landfill, ah
I consider it fashionable strange makeup and tights, oh
The sound of a lighter, I see this summer at a landfill, mm
I consider it fashionable strange makeup (and tights), strange makeup and tights
Lighter sound, I see this summer at a landfill
I consider it fashionable strange makeup and tights
Lighter sound, I see this summer at a landfill
I consider it fashionable strange makeup and tights