Oleg Gazmanov. And I love girls (№ 320360)

I'll go to town with a view of the surf
Where Sands sing in falsetto under foot.
And the green wave from the shore dives,
And go all out in depth.
Break and trample your phone
To blame for my problems but he.
Day ringing round he kills me
Run from him, in the light of all the cursing.