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🎼 Группа пиццы - Оружие текст песни / слова (English Translation ⬇️) Frequently, we're irrisistable. Pashions, welcome Happiness changes colors once a day With you - into danger, without you - into the shade This wonderful song belongs here Between my and your heart Between the barricade and Presnya (river in Russia), together... together... Is this misfortune? But... My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself [We're] So irresistable towards urges, forgive me Cold rain appeared out of nowhere Come underneath the umbrella and take my hand, Let's get back at least by eight. My city grew silent, and the notes are poetic And the hour of dreams has come Hello... Hello. Is this misfortune? But... My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself Forgive me... That feeling - as if it's the only one We both sulk unnoticably. It's your genre, it's your style Your weapon against my strength My city grew silent, and the notes are poetic And the hour of dreams has come Hello... Hello... Is this misfortune? But... My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself My soul flew over the puddles, but April didn't give me a cold With your leathal weapon I must have killed myself Evidently, evidently I killed myself Evidently I killed myself Evidently I killed myself