T1One - Колечка
текст песни

Four rings on her wheelbarrow;
Crops, goes on overtaking.
Four rings on her wheelbarrow,
And on the nameless there is not one.
Four rings on her wheelbarrow,
Exchange these pupins -
Four rings on her wheelbarrow
For one on the nameless.

Four rings, cold in the heart
I thought that everything had grown
But it turned out to be drying
Yes without joke and where to find such
Reliable, not the next starrupol
The latter was the normal first six months
But it was just a poodle - such a breed
Spoke about children, the bridge built into the future
Etiquette read and bouquets of red roses
But, as it turned out, in the future this reptile
Girls naive was about a dozen
That's so, trusted, and in the back - a knife
Another man, another lie
And somewhere in all the normal guys
Or everyone is like this: Circus or theater
We must believe in the best - I decided so so
And the gas pedal appeared as soon as

Chorus:
Four rings on her wheelbarrow;
Crops, goes on overtaking.
Four rings on her wheelbarrow,
And on the nameless there is not one.
Four rings on her wheelbarrow,
Exchange these pupins -
Four rings on her wheelbarrow
For one on the nameless.

Oh, what was not there
Do nothing want and only demand
Idle, and in fact home wives
Flowers, and actually leagted
What only stories will not be allowed
To climb under the skirt, the rest is not important
All right entrepreneurs and astronauts
Like vampire silver, they are afraid of truth
Alphonsees, freebies and idlers
Rude, roll hysterics
They are asked the smallest - tenderness at least
Yes what, men began to behave like women
And somewhere in all the normal guys
Or everyone is like this: Circus or theater
We must believe in the best - I decided so so
And the gas pedal appeared as soon as

Chorus:
Four rings on her wheelbarrow;
Crops, goes on overtaking.
Four rings on her wheelbarrow,
And on the nameless there is not one.
Four rings on her wheelbarrow,
Exchange these pupins -
Four rings on her wheelbarrow
For one on unnamed