Bad Boy - Она
текст песни

nervously swallowed hair
believed in the prophetic dreams ...
Often there was little inspiration
Therefore, waited, the smell of spring.
Morning from bags of waste clothes,
Fresh wind slip through the balcony,
I lost everything and only in pauses somewhere between
In a quiet room, shout the phone,
By sidewalks, the city of dust kicks,
Lattices on the windows of the first floors
It is open but not who does not read it,
And who read a long time forgot about her

chorus
she, she is tired forgotten
She, she, to whom no one, someone former

The years go, the years are not waiting
Turning time to a second-rate product,
yes here and mom drips daily, grandchildren demands while holding her stool,
with red threads, convening little thing,
It was good but it's not enough
I would know then what will persuade the window,
Happiness that did not notice ...
there was a man one all the flowers given
Everything went around walked in love
It turned out that he was overbilled all her friends,
Lost money and fired