Timm ft. Мафон ft. Баста - Она
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She loves when they keep her hand
firmly so little cool the heart is de-energized
Loves movies about love about sunflower paradise
hates when visible land edge
in her dreams do not scratch the light of the soul
she always in life in a hurry somewhere
her character sugar with glass crumb
she is innocent suddenly one
She will not show sparks from tears
her love bud then a joke, you are not serious
and light gait in the sky out of the stars
She holds the way to the constellation of the dream
she likes the rain these trickles
And it seems to her all in love with her
she goes on the asphalt barefoot in the footsteps
She believes and make him words
she often drinks coffee and just drinks
Nicotine her heart droplets will kill
she is clean as cocaine as in the lake water
She always in love seriously in someone
She always walks through the streets and sings quietly
The monologue itself with him so sincerely leads
She loves freedom and music background
And sometimes prefers to stay one
her music, his soul music she walks in a circle motto not needed
She loves the combination of red with black
her hair is actually soft waves
She does not like to curb her face
She wants someone to call her father
Eternal Bardak in the head and in the life of the Bardak
And maybe just a crisis
She loves snow and bright magazines Thin cigarettes and start scandals
wallow in the bath when someone came
She is funny that this someone did not find her
She always loved the appearance of adult too much
And for frequent, you will not understand the secret meaning of her questions
She will not be sad in front of the crowd of the mothless
She knows that no one really listens
It will not be implemented by an insensitive iceclock.
She wants to become a favorite half
every time sometimes laughs so often
and does not understand why questions
She loves the Internet to hide tears
and write in the status that love is a prose
so cute and again so funny
it seems rude but in your arms tatt
She will do everything to become better
her life changed the ridiculous case
did not want to go somewhere that day
Too many lessons and just laziness
She loves mittens and hates gloves
She loves bitter although more sweet
She is talking yes, you throw our poems
probably they are just far from her
she will break up the deeper
she probably will not understand him again
she is a little strange almost blind
a little stupid, lungs about it
Loves to scatter the pillow hair
and thinks it is slimming vertical stripes
dissatisfied with the growth of legs weighing
and will lay down again under the diet
Loves sleeping on the roof and meet the sunrise
Loves at night to solve which planet
Loves candles Fortune and children's fairy tales
she believes her dreams are not in vain
She likes to be a little princess and defenseless
still brightly dressed to be visible
She loves the wind caught her hair
she will be able to transfer each sense of voice
Wants to be famous so beautiful
whatever everyone who seen saying which diva
What would one day next to the posters passing
He whispered I remember you
loves carousel as in french films
loved learning and tries hard
just to bring home such five
from which crusts crack in the diary ...