ПОЛИКАРПОВ, POMIRU - Малая
текст песни

Do you dream of great love?
But you're only seventeen
Waiting for him to write
In the evening you cry again
Paint your lips red
To seem bitchy
The girl fell in love
In my adolescence

You grew up early
But I didn't tell my mom
What you loved
Crazy hooligan
He's well over twenty
And you're still small
He says it's early
But you don't understand
Let it burn with fire
Blue flame
You call him at night
While drunk
You ask to be picked up
Heart is wounded
To hate on the other
He's in the photo on VK
Tell me how little you are
Days fly by
But don't you forget
You don't let others in
They say they love
But it’s not so catchy anymore

Do you dream of great love?
But you're only seventeen
Waiting for him to write
In the evening you cry again
Paint your lips red
To seem bitchy
The girl fell in love
In my adolescence
Do you dream of great love?
But you're only seventeen
Waiting for him to write
In the evening you cry again
Paint your lips red
To seem bitchy
The girl fell in love
In my adolescence

The character is not bad
Haven't been with others
You still don't understand
Why doesn't he answer?
I loved him so much
So you suffer for him
From tears mascara from eyelashes
Lips taste of sadness
I dream about that kiss
Somehow it happened by accident
You didn't tell him
I didn’t mention the numbers
But age means something
You're still young
He didn't want to spoil
Yes I wish you luck
Aya-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay the heart beats in the chest
But don't be bored
Aya-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay he writes go away
Don't cry for him

Do you dream of great love?
But you're only seventeen
Waiting for him to write
In the evening you cry again
Paint your lips red
To seem bitchy
The girl fell in love
In my adolescence
Do you dream of great love?
But you're only seventeen
Waiting for him to write
In the evening you cry again
Paint your lips red
To seem bitchy
The girl fell in love
In my adolescence