Ирке - It's your Happy Birthday | Текст песни

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You squint your eyes with a ghost smile
Almost Master of the Laws
Chestnut-colored hair steams while
Solid rock humbly flaws
You’ve elbowed way through the thick wood
Now nobody gonna disturb you
From entering second childhood
In your lucky 22.

Dream
Be in your depth
Blow a ring cloud
Choose it yourself
With whom to make out
Come you may
Fuck all the blokes
It’s your Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday

High blessing living with brother
Strengthen love and hardens steel
Restrictions won’t be a smother
Now you are the one at wheel
Rooted deeply hope and acute “scat”:
We are leaving this place together
It’s not the end of the tether
Smile like a Cheshire cat.


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