Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Чалый GOD

roan some year - to herself alone
Housing is no longer waiting for the body, hands, eyes-almond
through the doors of the two phrases I die not immediately
What do you want?

even the cat city looking gordno me
dark gypsy hands navrut with three boxes
that everything I have and everything will come back to me soon

muscles are not the same - the time spent on the thoughts empty
a run around the room, looks at his watch and sheets
and wallpaper, melons goddess Playboy
but still hanging, and have nothing to reap.