Текст песни БОКА - Эх,Одесса

What are you looking at me like doves
I will not be afraid of your eye infection
Ah, let's leave this conversation
He's not the first time
Here again, you go out on the porch
There we with you was led contagion
On his ring again take
And though my cast in the gutter

Do not you love, throw, throw will not regret
And I like you'll get a million
'Who sooner or later
And still you come to me herself
'Who sooner or later
And still you come to me herself

And who you dragged the taverns
Who was waiting for lanes contagion night
Who you tenderly caressed all
Who you have completely forgotten
He scoffed at me for a long time
The evil joke on me so you taint
Do not you love it happened
Just do not know how to love you

Do not you love, throw, throw will not regret
And I like you'll get a million
'Who sooner or later
And still you come to me herself
'Who sooner or later
And still you come to me herself

We have in the Odessa area Moldavian
Street wonderful friends
An old wipers sweep yards
That shone my street
An old wipers sweep yards
That shone my street

Street, street, native street
Sovedovskaya my street
Street, street, native street
Sovedovskaya my dear

Channel cop walk I do not take
And shermachi poke forks on lehko
Would he pokramzat but less
And as the soul not speak to me