Текст песни 08. Zambezi - хлопушка

Flap under the windows clap.
Well, my head will not get wet.
After all, I am writing to you, she is hidden
From the snowfall of zealous.

Winter climbs, holidays will hide
Ssesses on the shoulders and legs swell.
You are driving her, just rejoice -
The guests are friends ... I understand it.

Mood in the pros.
Sanki would now, yes from a slide, eh?
As in childhood, in carefree childhood -
After school on briefcases rode together.

Rode together ... together ...

Flap under the windows clap.
Warzes in snowballs, who is milled.
So smooth and so carefree -
Are you not under the windows?

Flap under the windows clap.
Warzes in snowballs, who is milled.
So smooth and so carefree -
Are you not under the windows?

And they do not need: not on Maidan not on the marsh.
Without buns and plan, the air is naturally poured with laughter.
Still tiny. We are watching who makes the weather.
They are ** who.

Inside the summer, the fruits calmly find
When there was a ball in the refrigerator.
Peach, apricot, mulberry, grapes -
Everything is free. On the street until the evening in the morning.

We had so. They have VKontakte right now.
Not more interesting than a game in a canopy or square.
Or winter surfing on the rear bumper.
The side sucks "Varcraft" and "World Tanks".

We chewed casinaki, burned the signs of the lens.
Who played by the fire, he hardened.
Now count up to slam the top -
We blame the caps, and before - flapper.

Flap under the windows clap.
Warzes in snowballs, who is milled.
So smooth and so carefree -
Are you not under the windows?

Flap under the windows clap.
Warzes in snowballs, who is milled.
So smooth and so carefree -
Are you not under the windows?