Текст песни Дмитрий Чернусь - девчонка по кличке война

He grew up on the Beatles and shoddy portveshke,
He was firmly in his forties.
She wound & quot; for all & quot; Portishead,
And yet, no accounting for tastes.
She was captivating spring years
A little more than a degree in beer.
And he's like reading an intellectual,
Absolutely love osoplivel.

Lolita from Prospect Mira!
Girl named & quot; & quot ;! War
Do not make yourself an idol.
Gertrude, do not drink wine!

And his body & quot; exactly twenty years)
Unconsciousness warm sparkle.
On the fifth night he did & quot; hoisted & quot;
On the Beatles, Deep Purple and Creedence.
She felt her first orgasm,
As if sniffed glue.
And it was from him throughout the fail-safe
The boutique from Calvin Klein.

Lolita from Prospect Mira!
Girl named & quot; & quot ;! War
Do not make yourself an idol.
Gertrude, do not drink wine!

Abel - Cain, Caesar - Brutus:
Sped away in her biker headdresses.
Love does not buy, no matter how you're cool.
And that's that. Such is the Nabokov.
Meekly met last sunrise,
And, crossed fingers,
He intoned her name,
& Quot; Makarova & quot; to the heart of bailiffs.

Lolita from Prospect Mira!
Girl named & quot; & quot ;! War
Do not make yourself an idol.
Gertrude, do not drink wine!