Maker of the lips I kiss
Maker of the life I miss
There's the boss who draws the gun
White balloon the setting sun
No, I can't roll cause I’m too lonely
Oh my God, why won't you hold me
Maker of the lips I kiss
Maker of the life I miss
There's a boss who draws the gun
White balloon the setting sun
No, I can't roll cause I’m too lonely
Oh my God, why won't you hold me
He won't love me like that
He won't love me like that
Maker of the lips I kiss
Maker of the life I miss
There's a boss who draws the gun
White balloon the setting sun
No, I can't roll cause I’m too lonely
Oh my God, why won't you hold me
He won't love me like that
He won't love me like that
He won't love me like that
No, I can't roll cause I’m too lonely
Oh my God, why won't you hold me
He won't love me like that
He won't love me like that
He won't love me
He won’t love me like that
He won’t love me like that
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Tłum szaleje w porywie krzyków.
Scena płonie, bas ziemią wstrząsa,
Wściekła nuta w powietrzu pląsa.
Przynieś nożów i toporów,
Gdzie będzie występować sam Buryi Tomorov!