Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Магия чернил

Magic ink

I love you all my life caught
I am calling , whispering , blasphemed
Mark wrote and tore strike sharply
On the lines of tenderness failure

In the evening back to the table
Still I caught , brought
All of you I caught a train
Black magic ink

You kiss me on the forehead
You kiss me so
Network weave you will not be able to
Hold me all night

Well, I confess without concealing
This is my magic
Here the weather is not to blame
Skull Unlock Key

Scrap , scrap , scrap , scrap
Ate a fly - Share
Pioneers collected
The whole year scrap
At the dawn of a new construct
Gem of a house of culture