Текст песни Рома LT - ношу на сердце броник

on your walk the streets, even in a terrible downpour
no job in the world I do not make happy
hell will not touch his shoulder, no dog will not touch
I sat down with irony on an imaginary throne
Armor burden on the heart, just have a fear of Senses
ugaret day of love with some sort mils
but at least you cried and Achaia, to me it is impossible to kitty
polakal many bowls, milk, sour topic
Only the most beautiful and give yourself squeeze
to distinguish night and day from a mouse squeak moan
risk-takers and their I take no money
and in the fall drip sweat strumming
let me this summer normally lucky
Only bratuley would once again throw into the sea shizlong
dance and muzlo, I'm cheerful and not evil
where the desire grew opinions effective words
playboy besieged, so he and the Moscow Beach
a cat plays Guess what? finitely Beasts
Ramsey did not you, because I sat on your soot
you do not like a moron, I see a cat-and not cat
flat tummy and sportik, though did not go to fizre
I'll liznu zabaldeesh will hand-feed
otosplyus and the window in the morning skvozanu
(To you I do not return this now I am one more)
Whether we conceive these Mutko with someone's legs
ashamed of because Caudle will walk scratching
but we can not pull all the nails and glaring enough of
and it seems to me that we have a double eighteen
and my maneuver here any head smb
so that you can not drink the swill from the bottom of cups
we're friends until late, it is unlikely I mummers and narrowed
scored, engaged, ringed, signed on to become her husband
cat wandered often and work up an appetite
carried me out of the tavern to five hours
bahnem what is burning, beating aperitif
bitter truth is not clear what you want to boil
I spit on the tail of your joys and woes
cat song is not in boots but in ordinary sneakers
scheme is painfully simple, as a result of the alignment of vicious
eyes and fucked short skirmish