Текст песни бакей - знахарь

I put all my guys on the cool.
Demons-girlfriends on the shoulders - gut.
The whirlpool of the eye drags to the depth.
It is not necessary much,
Only the warmth of your hands,
But...

Movement, your tender hands,
Weave a tight loop around the neck.
The neck gives out a melodious rumble -
Shoot your eyes: heavenly gun.
As a teenager, youth in colors -
All those skins, filthy scum in masks.
I run, run, run after my skirt and horns,
Running, running, running marathon Kurasovschinsky.

Socks with asters stamped in the hallway,
So elusive, so not alone.
I invite you to a blanc, yes, there, eyes in the eyes,
That vulgar glance of the knee reduces.
Princess in the white "Stan Smith" -ah.
A gloomy boy is nearby, look around ...
Do not look, that my hands are knocked down, do not look,
I'm in these jungle freaking Mowgli ..

Come closer, embrace, bite,
Baby, I'm your black sorceress.
I want everything and I'm getting closer,
between us to nano my galaxy-baby ..

Come closer, embrace, bite,
Baby, I'm your black sorceress.
I want everything and I'm getting closer,
between us to nano my galaxy-baby ..

Come closer, hug, coussaaa ...
Baby Peipsy, I'm your black witch ...
I want everything and I'm getting closer and closer,
ever closer ...
Between us nanoit my galaxy-malyshkaaa ..
My galaxy baby ..

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I planted all of them on the kuuuul.
Demons-girlfriends on the shoulders - gouhouut.
The whirlpool of the eye drags to a deep depth.
It is not necessary much,
Only the warmth of your hands,

I planted all of them on the kuuuul.
The whirlpool of the eye drags to a deep depth.
Demons-girlfriends,
Demons-girlfriends,
Demons-girlfriends on the shoulders - gouhouut.