BMW is the black love of any kid, it's style, it's beauty, tuning is similar
The headlights and it would not be interesting how it is love rear view
It's sad to look at a neighbor's ferrari, I'll never ride it
The miracle is sleeping, it's tired, I didn't wake it up
It's warm in the hut, and it's a starry night outside
Vintage from other cities and villages and it wouldn't be interesting how it pisses me off
It's not just a curly-haired puppy, it looks like a plush toy
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
And I can do it like this, and you can do it like this