40 Gradusov
Svetlana Loboda
40 Degrees
Hold me tighter, mama, I'm drunk tonight
His unearthly words I drank to the bottom
Hold me at night, mama, I'm so sick
From just one look at him, I run away
And the fog has fogged up
All thoughts about him, only about him, all about him
I like him, I like him
I like him, I like him so much
I'm crazy about him
Mama, he's at least 40 degrees
I'm squeezed to the maximum
Drunk from him today
Impossible, impossible, impossible to relax
I like him, I like him
Hold me tighter, hear me, and I'll go crazy
I feel how you breathe
And I'm so much, so much
Hold me tighter, hear me
And I went crazy
From just one look at him, I run away
And the fog has fogged up
All thoughts about him, only about him, all about him
I like him, I like him
I like him, I like him so much
I'm crazy about him
Mama, he's at least 40 degrees
I'm squeezed to the maximum
Drunk from him today
Impossible, impossible, impossible to relax
I like him, I like him
That it's impossible to relax
I like him, I like him
