Текст песни Bayramm - Вызывай 103

Call the 103

Erase all the paint off my face erase
It hurts my soul neighbors will gain one hundred and three
Will not help doctors do not treat as not shout
And hundreds of these masses do not know the reasons for

Hands of the clock running kudato unclear
I gave her life and she told me a flask of poison
What a lot of heat when the temperature
Headache and you say something like a bitch

Where was the night for me that is all
This love prophesies from within you that neprichem
As always, clubs and other friends Khuit
I will go down with you soon scrip is a complete disaster

All the bazaar area that we love nemozhem
And we march nothing nepomozhet
Not enough is acquired sovmesno in this apartment
Stobie was closely behave as in-dash

In memory fragments otalos forget
After all, most of these do not have reasons to love
And my feelings were all that dokontsa erase
Come on baby call an hundred and three