Como Colonar No Pokemon White

Whether the maturing of this, betrayal ...

And you hide your eyes for headlights,
And everything goes as usual, re, mi.
Your thoughts are singing guitars
and disturb the soul of the minors.
And all around, walking in pairs,
and each other feel the pores,
And you hide your eyes for headlights,
And you definitely cool.

When one day become old,
and fatigue on the shoulders of the mountains.
Remember me but then you never know,
What we will signora.
you life burnt out fires,
and my not be measured devices.
Soon we perenasytyat intoxication
and launch gray in beard.

And no matter what countries,
We do not replace native city. We will stay
friend, brother,
And today we'll have a tie.
Those who steals between pairs,
can never be thieves.
My thoughts are singing guitars,
For some reason, more and more minor.

Chorus:
you did not notice as the years fly ... fly ...
are changing people, the gods of the judges, they are ... It's simple ...
you did not notice as the years fly ... fly ...
me people, the gods of the judges, they are ... It's simple ...

Life is never particularly on the head Do not iron,
right?
And now, my friend, believe, strikes at all enough,
ought to zvyaknut mother say something to her.
What we all vporyade on our rented house. Among
be still floats my boat lean.
Good night to wish her, perhaps, will suffice.
What else can I say? The rest is not with her, not for her ears, can not even for batin.
So many of our who are plastered with honey.
There was nothing, but here everything is there.
Walk - do not want to tear everything to conquer Moscow.
But obey her own, and just live.
changing beyond recognition in her eyes,
Whether the maturing of this, or betrayal.
We Naquin lights, and we like to eat.
One love, one life, one song.

Chorus:
you did not notice as the years fly ... fly ...
me people, the gods of the judges, they are ... It's simple ...
you did not notice, like fly ... years fly by ...
me people, the gods of the judges, they are ... It's simple ...
you did not notice as the years fly ... fly ...
me people, the gods of the judges, they are ... It's simple ...