Текст песни самойлов - он целует меня он кусает меня

Descent
muses. Kozlov, et seq. Mr. Samoilov

We play what we want
We fell and fly and fly
And where we do not know for the time being until then
We are blind to the laws of the game
Listen to the wind whistling atonal motive
Wind intrusive wind playful
He kisses me, he bites me
And those who volunteered himself falls into hell
Good angels do not cause
No harm ever
Quietly opened the window
Carefully hear His smell
Someone unfamiliar, we decided to stop
Ted looked under the bed
But again, the wind whistling atonal motive
Wind intrusive wind playful
He kisses me, he bites me
And those who volunteered himself falls into hell
Good angels do not cause
No harm ever