ost "Бременские музыканты"
Говорят, мы бяки-буки
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Текст песни "ost "Бременские музыканты" — Говорят, мы бяки-буки"
You give me a heart attack
You look like the summertime
You call me an artifact
But I'll save that for another time
I could be rich or poor
I don't need anymore
Keep your love inside the kitchen
You can feed me anything
Leave the feathers on the chicken
Peel the leather from your skin
I could be young or old
Sweet or sad, hot or cold
[Chorus]
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obedient-
out of control
I will love you more than money
I will breathe you in the smoke
I will drink you in my honey
Sweet and golden down my throat
When you're right, when you're wrong
Head is near, eyes are gone
You can drown my appetite
I will sip your tears at night
You can tie me to a chair
Skin and bones, I don't care
I could be rich or poor
I don't need anymore
[Chorus]
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obedient-
out of control
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obedient-
out of control
out of control
You give me a heart attack (x2)
I will give you more than that (x2)
You give me a heart attack (x2)
I will give you more than that (x2)