Текст песни Пилот - Мама

I was born on the morning of the earth,
15 was outside the window,
Christmas trees! As they heat,
I thought, I decided.

And in my kindergarten
It was all the way through:
Drinking milk and laughed, finally!
It was my first love.

The sky on the pavement,
Stars, on the pavement,
Mom, her Panama
And drunken dad!

Then I'm in the group & quot; pilot & quot;
Suddenly he began to sing,
They say all: & quot; bad,
All joking probably! & Quot;
Maybe soon I'll be a rock star fashion.

And then let all my friends come to me,
Everyone who has come today,
And those that tomorrow upolzut,
Sit, ass, think,
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The sky on the pavement,
The stars on the pavement,
Mom, her Panama
And ever buhoy Dad!