Текст песни Браво - Мода

This Friday likely
The city finally come spring
I'll tell you, and believe me
This night will not sleep.

Outside, the Rolling Stones played
Outside, he plays Smiths
In the morning, dance rock 'n' roll
In the evening dancing the Twist.

Chorus:
Fashion changes everything
All around me is changing
Glow stars themselves extinguished
During the day, without a trace.

And on Saturday over the summer
A warm rain on Saturday morning
We'll be with you somewhere
There, where the sun and the sea wind.

In heaven dancing the Viennese waltz
On the ground, dancing step
In the morning, read the Sunday Times
In the evening, rap.

Chorus.

On Sunday again fall
The leaves fall to the pavement
We sit down on a bus & quot; eight & quot;
And soon leave for Bolivar.

Overtaking someone's Jaguar
Overtaking someone's Benz
Replace rather your avatar
Outside, a continuous break-dance.