кайен ||speed up|| 

There's a message on the phone, you won't come - oh, I'll get over it Hi weaklings with broken hearts cry, but I laugh After all, my heart is as cold as ice You won't come, but someone else will. I'm too good to cry. Turning off the phone, I take the keys, and I start up, slightly opening the window, and everyone sees who is leading this dream After all, I sparkle like a 25 carat diamond I'm taking off on one of the local freeways. A dense row of cars, twenty for gasoline And I'm stepping on the gas! On Cayenne, I'm all in a Gabban, I'm driving around Zhytomyr, I'm driving All taxi drivers and minibuses give way, ticking All the friends in the dorm pour and cry, because they know that I On Cayenne, I'm driving all over Zhytomyr in a Gabban, I'm driving, oh! Your hair is the color of the first snow They blind oncoming drivers You're the best ass in the department. You are the pride of your parents Yes, I sparkle like a 25 carat diamond I'm taking off on one of the local freeways. A dense row of cars, twenty for gasoline And I'm stepping on the gas! On Cayenne, I'm all in a Gabban, I'm driving around Zhytomyr, I'm driving All taxi drivers and minibuses give way, ticking All the friends in the dorm pour and cry, because they know that I On Cayenne, all in Gabbana, I'm driving around Zhytomyr, I'm driving, oh! On Cayenne, I'm all in a Gabban, I'm driving around Zhytomyr, I'm driving All taxi drivers and minibuses give way, ticking All the friends in the dorm pour and cry, because they know that I On Cayenne, all in Gabbana, I'm driving around Zhytomyr, I'm driving, oh! (here is the English translation^^)

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