Pautina - Мои Ракеты Вверх

i’ll take of mine certain purple smile

the second step is to make some noise

depressed with a hungry sky

the same to deepest colour of the moon

sustained butter gives an elicsire

it’s in our hands

you’re so ugly clean

burning on my sight

i’m singing 'bout a sin

with wet and dust in the atmosphere

my aeroplane got so high today

but the children are crying

one two three four

one two three eight

when i’l count nine it wiil be late

i lusten to your favourite lose

but when you turning wright i catch cold

it hurts when you’re slightly soaping and touching my chin

smiling to my chin

I need a sleep

for four hours

before my scilence

it’s in me ears

my aeroplane gave you bombs to play

but all the children are happy and the sky is grey

my aeroplane got so high today

but the children are crying

and the sky is grey.