Олег Кензов - Мне пора, тебе пора
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In the kitchen, quietly getting cold black tea
Utensils in a litter with hot beats
Neighbors, walls, shouting, knocking, moaning night
Phone Calls
Damn, che you are persecuting!

Let's quarrel with you from - for debris
Will tolerate passionately until the morning
I have to go, you gotta
All right, come on, until the evening

Call me back
On your phone, money neotstalos yes
As always empty
It must be love each other, we just
A question sits in the head
Why are you a bitch I make the brain?
Hypnosis, I am dumb
Let's go home, go home

In the kitchen, quietly getting cold black tea
Well, shut up, I beg you, stop crying.
Utensils on the floor, tears are falling, in the words of the trembling
Your words penny.
Hey, so are you cho he likes.

Let's quarrel with you from - for debris
Will tolerate passionately until the morning
I have to go, you gotta
All right, come on, until the evening

Call me back
On MTSe money neotstalos yes
As always empty
It must be love each other, we just
A question sits in the head
Why are you a bitch I make the brain?
Hypnosis, I am dumb
Let's go home, go home