I hate simple things, they’re driving me crazy now
And I don’t want to be, like a snail and I know, how it
I wanna be, like a fish to swim in the strange water
And never have a family, no sons, no daughters
Ch: To be fish in the cappuccino
I hate simple kisses, they can get you married
They go to crazy sex, but then you will be buried
So maybe like a fish to swim in the strange water
And never have a family, no sons, no daughters?
Ch: To be fish in the cappuccino
Fish in the cappuccino…
Текст: Денис Пляц.
Fish in the cappuccino
© Copyright: Денис Пляц, 2015
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