Текст песни Дмитрий Чернусь - девчонка по кличке война

He grew up on the Beatles and shoddy portveshke,
He was firmly in his forties.
She wound up & quot; for all & quot; Portishead,
And yet, no accounting for tastes.
She was captivating spring years
A little more than a degree in beer.
He is an intellectual who reads,
Absolutely love osoplivel.

Lolita from Prospect Mira!
The girl named & quot; war & quot ;!
Do not make yourself an idol.
Gertrude, do not drink wine!

And his body & quot; exactly twenty)
Forgetfulness warm sparkle.
On the fifth night he did & quot; hoisted & quot;
On the Beatles, Deep Purple and Creedence.
She felt her first orgasm,
As if sniffed glue.
And it was from him in all fail-safe
The boutique Calvin Klein.

Lolita from Prospect Mira!
The girl named & quot; war & quot ;!
Do not make yourself an idol.
Gertrude, do not drink wine!

Abel - Cain, Caesar - Brutus:
Biker sped away in her headdresses.
Love does not buy, no matter how cool you are.
And that's that. Such is Nabokov.
Meekly met last dawn,
And, crossing fingers,
He intoned her name,
& quot; Makarova & quot; to the heart of bailiffs.

Lolita from Prospect Mira!
The girl named & quot; war & quot ;!
Do not make yourself an idol.
Gertrude, do not drink wine!