Ночь, текила [Nochʹ, tekila] [English translation]

Ole! Ola-ola! O-Olya!

He burns my heart with the boiling water,

He is mixing strong whiskey with the milk

I understand how he is good,

He is not like everybody

The touch of his hot lips,

He is my falling free

I slink out into him, like salt in tequila,

Because in my blood his ppm

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I bailed on everything

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I forgot everything

He is getting inside my blood, like alcohol

He satisfies everything, that cause pain

He is my drug, he is my obsession -

I can't live without him!

The touch of his hot lips,

He is my falling free

I slink out into him, like salt in tequila,

Because in my blood his ppm

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I bailed on everything

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I forgot everything

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I bailed on everything

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I forgot everything

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I bailed on everything

Night, tequila - getting pretty big

Night, tequila - with him I forgot everything

• Artist:Olga Buzova
• Album:Принимай меня