ты в трубку плачешь Hо в ответ ни слова так и не сказал. Hа Восьмое марта дарят всем подарки, А тебе я эту песню написал Hа Восьмое марта дарят всем подарки
На восьмое марта я тебе подарю Не букетик и не утюг. Ни стихов ни песен не сочиню Я не Киркоров, не Юрий Антонов И даже не Коля Гнатюк. Я подарю тебе
тоже будешь там - Пропустить такое шоу просто стыдно! Когда на одной сцене Москва и Амстердам В туалете клуба из-за дыма ничего не видно... Шестнадцатого марта
Мадам, будьте уверены - В скором времени Вы будете беременны, Но тем не менее - На свой риск и страх, Как последний писк В стихах Я изложу Вам
Only You know my pain inside You've been there when no one else could be When tears fall from my eyes I know that You are always there No matter what
Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without
Yeah, yeah, mmmmm No I won't make up my mind I'm too good at wastin' time And I know that life is unpredictable Just never know what I will find
Take me away To the planet Mars To see the stars To feel what real love is Take me away I will fly with you You know I'll do That's how strong my love
Marta se viste en mi habitaciуn son las 6 de la maсana ya sale el sol Su ropa tirada por todo el suelo hay olor a noche hay olor a fuego y ella sonrнe
The dead is in the march They're soldiers in the dark They mourn the living, regret our sinning Their bombs are roaring in the dust, they sing a song
There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in But now you're on the other side and there's no way... To feel your breath of life upon my face Cause
Костя, Димка - девушки! с 8-м марта вас! Клик-кляк-бум это DON читает ты меня слышишь Через колонки, у себя дома, через раз по треки дышишь Пишешь
Don’t cry Open up your eyes and know There’s someone else out there that feels this way I’m singing to you Cause I know what you’ve been through and
Every thing's fine I'm not gonna lie Though you try to fight against me I'm bored and I'm high With porcelain eyes You can make me feel so weak And what
Hov’s a Blackberry Bold, Shawty is a Sidekick, She used to have a man, I used to have a side chick, Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off, got rid
Yeah! Hey! Hey! Hey! I was sittin' at home watching TV all alone So tired of re-runs, I've memorized this show So I pick up the phone and call everyone
Yeah...*sniff*...been a slave too long. ALL MY MURDERERS!!!!!! Let's march my niggas. Lord, can we get a break? (Lord, can we get a break?) We ain't
I take these turns A bit too fast Trying to leave you In my past The CD skips Our favorite songs Our greatest hits Just don't belong I really