Disco Crash. Malinki (№ 317227)

Crimson day is coming to an end, and we are here with you in a crimson forest,
We sing songs under a pale raspberry shimmer raspberry constellations.
Crimson the color of my brave pants as the sun lights all around,
I immerse myself in the dance rhythms and there is nothing to try to rush, there's nowhere to go.
Look there, where the sunset so crimson, you see the house only half.
It will remind you in the morning, one crimson night one crimson Paradise
The holiday, which we've noted here, and that there is no Malinova it to white light.
Hey, diskjockey, charge records, the Accident goes to Malinki!