Текст песни Блестящие - Тили-тесто

What a life
Nope no romance
I would except mathematics
Something for the soul.
From that I do not have a rich
I used this to close was
And I loved.
Chorus:
I sat up in the Bride, boiled-boiled dough.
Do not hunt for the calculation, and the hunt for love.
I sat up in the Bride, boiled-boiled dough,
I would at least for the astrologer, but, just call me.
Will I earn if necessary,
On the delay car
Why not dream.
Day after day
Her husband, work, home, do not get bored,
Here it lbov,
And at night, consider an asterisk.