All you want is no way to change
Now two thousand and eight
I drink milk-plus at the bar
Well it’s called the “Korova”
Your droogs know that I’m annoyed
If something isn’t perfect for me
Maybe my views are still utopian…
не люблю конец
е
Разъёб. Лето. Ночь.Озеро.Я машина. Фары.Танцы
Мне 42. Но эта песня горит, мурашки… разъёб. Лето