Текст песни ВХІД У ЗМІННОМУ ВЗУТТІ - Хіт

You stood by the road, in a mini skirt in the cold
I did not even recognize at first
What is left of the fun, beautiful, fragile
The girl I once knew
And now you can buy every passer-by
Moldovan, Churka or Georgians
I see you, O God, for the goods you are now alike
What is being taken to a cheap store
I remembered the days when I liked me
And our love was like a game
You were better for me, and you were all called
Queen of our court
I wanted you to remember that I would become again
White and fluffy, like a beggar
There was not much love for us, and only for us we heard
Song from the old receiver

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As life scattered us, I was taken to the army
In the desert, to camels, in Iraq
You left the training when you were invited
Dance in a smoking cabin
Then you sent a letter, in which I so prayed
So I forgive, let go
I have not walked for three days, becoming a razor of warriors
It's hardly a bullet in the temple
And I was holding hands, someone told all the female babies
And there is no return back
It's all girls jokes, and of course, that's not worth it
For them, they will lose their lives
To come or to speak, it would probably have been the same mask *
You have to leave yourself alone
The song that was lied by the old receiver