Фактор 2 - Милая
текст песни

We got a little older, so what's the matter

But, you're what you became.

Such FIFA cannot drive on a lame goat

And your husband is nothing so in a deputy image

Bought two cars, heard and what

The whole city is shugging from them

Two heat and a driver in each

And I am still, the brain fuck with the old Mazda

Yes, I'm not angry why it would be just like that

Do not pay attention to where my tobacco

They took the house, brick or log

And this is Villa, what shit I am

I still live in a kopeck piece, the same house

Where are you, once in my ear, in a whisper

Told Tale of Love at night

And we were so close without a visa


I'm glad you're happy now

Dear, sweet, sweet

A little bitch is mercantile

And yet dear, dear, Milaaay

I'm glad you're happy now

Dear, sweet, sweet

A little, bitch, mercantile

And yet dear, dear, Milaaay


I, here, what I thought about, ask my

When we already have roads on the ointment

And then yesterday I caught such a hole with a wheel

That my friend Mehnik was akhuyuvo all day

How is it, does not bear responsibility?

Let at least a little help, fucking mouth

He will listen to you, no matter how not to twist, come on

I have to follow the way thought about life as always

From someone's windows came: I will tell you yes, if there is a beard

But I don't have it, and still the girls are very happy to do a blowjob

To each his own, to someone, golden mountains, beards, serious offices

Well, to someone salt, bread and water, there will be no equality this is the trouble


I'm glad you're happy now

Dear, sweet, sweet

A little bitch is mercantile

And yet dear, dear, Milaaay

I'm glad you're happy now

Dear, sweet, sweet

A little bitch is mercantile

And yet dear, dear, Milaaay