Текст песни Две Столицы ft. OVen - Ты руками моими сожми свое сердце

You're my fantasy,
How hot winter.
How about naked dinner,
a soulless Moscow.
I drink the throat,
these drops of alcohol.
You're not mad bitch,
You are my Love Story ....

And do not we love to share in half.
Faith was gone, the lady web spam.
I'm not tired, name shouted.
In the dream, seeing you and pier.
Do not become one, do not we become whole.
Fake feelings, pride touched.
Lips trembling body was burning.
For you to spin, it skillfully.
Where is your truth? If it H.
Where is my strength? Pain has claimed.
Heart roared silently in the chest.
After those words, that "Honey, I'm sorry"
Trite, just like that, all flew away.
I do not regret it, I'm tired.
In bed with the other, the best role.
Fantasy dream, you were with me.

You are my hands
Squeeze your heart
And I'm his lips
Kiss so gentle
It seems crying tears
It hurts ... so hurt
You disappear again
Come on, pretty ...