Lyrics Weasel - Чай с чабрецом

I am without mind
I am blowing the roof

With your appearance, my life has lost again .....
But this bitch is waiting for someone from us getting stuck
When bearings are extended in our hubs

With my appearance you have even less rest ....
I just need a rhythm, movement and permanent kipish
You are deprived of calm if you just sleep nearby

You do not have that mud that the girls are so popular
You know, you are good to me, sometimes even too
.....

I'm crazy about the smallest things that create you
I'm crazy about the eyes who look at me
I am blowing the roof, from the difference in your voice
I takes away from kisses all higher and higher

higher and higher
higher and higher
higher and higher

I take me from kisses ... with you all higher and higher

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I can't talk to you - so much a nice man
Especially on one: boiling water and tea with a chamber in a circle .....

Third hour of night, second, apartment on the fifth floor
In all cozymnates, light is muted, we sit in the kitchen .....

Light bulb at the exhaust burns, our faces slightly discard the shadow
What are our conversations with you, eh? Neither I nor you can answer
Often, after them I fond of your lips
Often, in the process we are different, other love between us
We are silent, everyone is stroking the body ... each other on that endless bed