Текст песни Jungle Sky - Поломали Хату

You burned so broke the floor at home.
Your mother finally took the mofon from us,
You screamed at your mom that I was not adequate.
You're right of course, but ..

You have not seen me yesterday at the party!
What are these tracks, if it is not hit.
POW POW Kindle if it burns.
Our music is with you, I am not famous
But what kind of tracks, if it does not hit.

I pronounce, balabolu, tumble to the beat.
This is not what you thought, but you are bombed,
All you wanted was to create a coloring,
By the way, let your mother forgive me.

[Chorus:]
Paul-broke, broke the hut ma,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,

Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma
Ma, we broke her floor, broke ma hut,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,

Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma
Ma, we broke her floor, broke ma hut,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,

Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma
Ma, we broke her floor, broke ma hut,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,
Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma

Please do not say that it is me.
No, please do not say that it is me.
M, do not, please do not say that it is me.
No, please do not say that it is me.
Your mom.

[Verse 2:]
Noisy party, stuck the area
Swayed padik, cracked the whole house.
Clamped play pumped sound

We went to her, catch her friends.
Hut in the meat, cupcake, dancing, the color is red your eyes.
We trample the neighbors roof
Broken bass, broken bass.

Your mother won't forgive me after
Yours, your mom will carry your brains out.
Yours, your mother will not be happy with her daughter,
Will beat her on the pope hurt.

Your mother won't forgive me after
Yours, your mom will carry your brains out.
Yours, your mother will not be happy with her daughter,
Will beat her on the pope hurt

[Chorus:]
Paul-broke, broke the hut ma,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,

Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma
Ma, we broke her floor, broke ma hut,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,

Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma
Ma, we broke her floor, broke ma hut,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,

Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma
Ma, we broke her floor, broke ma hut,
Your mother, your mother.
You know, it's all a campaign of grief from the mind,
Floor-floor-broke, broke the hut ma

Please do not say that it is me.
No, please do not say that it is me.
M, do not, please do not say that it is me.
No, please do not say that it is me.
Your mom.