Мама Люба (mama lyuba)

On your couches, we’re losing our minds
We’re like two ladies after nirvana
We flew so high, didn’t even notice your mom
And she said I’m just a whore

Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on
Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on
Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on

Our little bed went shh-shh
I’m your piano, and you’re my tuner
We flew so high, didn’t even notice your mom
And she said I’m just a whore

Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on
Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on
Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on

Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on
Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on
Mama Lyuba, come on, come on, come on