Hate
Streets under the feet and lights in water.
Heart is broken doll of naughty daughter.
«You are second-class», – my ayes are smiling.
Clear up the lane - I'll start my flying.
I'll start my flying…I'll start my flying…
In the handbag lies your photo, wicked,
On the midnight time for film two tickets.
Courage of the knife and legs in tango.
Where is my love of second rang, ah?
Words will be afterwards.
I used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you.
I used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you.
The Kasparov's move: you know my number.
Do you want to fight? - Your win is wonder.
In your frightened eyes my eyes are smiling.
Here is my love, it is so charming!
Words will be afterwards.
I used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you.
I used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you for lie,
Used to hate you.
НАВЕРХ!
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