Текст песни Вероника Дорогова - Утопия

my men will clear profile
and let not a pro in the morning in bed my coffee,
spit like whether Clooney, Brad Pitt
but love will not even start up , unshaven

my men will th
at the edges was it - he knows himself
bullets - fools butts cloudy
He knocks on the soul, let them strongly smoky

I remember all these fucking crises
I like for nothing in the heart of issuing visas
he tells me & quot; cute , smile dzhaziruem & quot;
I will give him strength , Mom I'm sorry

I will be with him clumsy , such as child-
emotional outbursts , songs and photos with sharp
he will not leave one on the cold tile
I voluntarily lose him the game

and in the winter ruku- him alone
to curdle spans - feel , hold
happiness , children, past all these rumors
so hard to fly on the third planet from the sun

you hold me tight , I do not read thoughts
I swear in the sense that everything will be sincerely
sparks slowing , not extinguishing fires
all that come up - come to pass , I promise ...