228 на шапке (исполнитель: АК-47)
Made me kiss you, with a whisper And violently you swung, through an unfamiliar tongue Couldn't listen, to tradition Grab me by the wrist to silently insist... And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls You hold me in place The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues Oh/own the sugar taste We'll waste away the evening The afternoon, The afternoon's hat Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at. You stood shirtless and confident Listening to the fools, tickling [bad word] Their obsessions followed patterns Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes. And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls You hold me in place The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues Oh/own the sugar taste We'll waste away the evening The afternoon, The afternoon's hat Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at. And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls You hold me in place The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues Oh/own the sugar taste Waste away the evening The afternoon, and The afternoon's hat Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.