Mokaind - Хулиган
текст песни

The heart sings like a steppe hurricane
I'm all over you, I won't give you up
Do you want us to arrange a booth with you?
I'm always with you, I'm your bully


We're just dotted lines
Eternal construction projects apartment entrances
We're being painted by morons (morons)
Marker in an elevator stinking shabby
This is the city of satire (yeah)
Here at night satyrs walk through the parks
And in a dark apartment (fear)
Elves play the lyre on the air
Shakily from excitement
The crib barely moves in the nursery
And the horse will gallop
Into the world of dreams and the world of disorder
We live without a trace
Hopes are smoldering concrete grip
The handle is a little lively.
We really want to but can't go back


The heart sings like a steppe hurricane
I'm all over you, I won't give you up
Do you want us to arrange a booth with you?
I'm always with you, I'm your bully
The heart sings like a steppe hurricane
I'm all over you, I won't give you up
Do you want us to arrange a booth with you?
I'm always with you, I'm your bully


Hopeless torment
Everywhere there are batches of dismantling and muddling
Not a single minute
I want to be patient and sensitive
Already the third day (third)
I put my cold hands on the floor
And rhythmic sounds
The sounds of languid sounds coming from the windows of pubs
You are with me and you too (you too)
You cry about not being younger (yeah)
It's true but still (but still)
We will all someday lie down on a bed
The rain will mourn us
Death will rush by and say oh my God
You are so good!
Love him? I won't bother


The heart sings like a steppe hurricane
I'm all over you, I won't give you up
Do you want us to arrange a booth with you?
I'm always with you, I'm your bully
The heart sings like a steppe hurricane
I'm all over you, I won't give you up
Do you want us to arrange a booth with you?
I'm always with you, I'm your bully