Dzhena and Andreas
Do Not Put Poison
What I told her not to oznaesh when it rang,
important is that it went smoothly, now you’re vile.
life that I do not love God ordered,
but himself how to lie to ask, in my heart.
Go, pour me of that, and I will drink, but not put
where the poison kills hearts.
no one knows, but when you cry your eyes shut, not obvious,
short everything is to spend it and waste in lies.
to you they were baptized cigarettes to extinguish at least, but this
who love in me money, yet the heart will stop.