My good friend, old lad, chocolate with gingerbread, you are not late!..
My good friend! My good friend! My good friend! Chocolate with gingerbread!
Make my soul burning after your solo on the strings I don’t understand where happened all that simple things. You broke up and I cried… And I’m totally drunk always drunk And my mother bought me…
My good friend, old lad, chocolate with gingerbread, you are not late!
Where all that simple things I know… I don’t understand!..
It looks not good when I wait for my turn When I close my mouth It looks much better but there’s no way to return And my beer’s on my shoes I don’t care how it looks And I feel like I’m used And I found in my purse
My good friend, old lad, chocolate with gingerbread, you are not late!
My good friend! My good friend! My good friend! Chocolate with gingerbread!