[Introduction]
Greetings to the city of Omsk.
Western Siberia
The warm house of my
Roulette TV is noisy in the speakers
There's A Little Something There
There's withdrawal symptoms in my heart
[Verse 1]
Natalia in the frame
Fire and mint
Laughs in the chat
And it's flying guys
With a shower emoji
With stupid phrases
But you're seriously punching us.
Hottabych would have liked it a long time ago
He would say, "Brother
I've already imagined everything."
It's so delicious
Just the roof
He's taking it down with his eyes
As if closer
[chorus]
Natasha's sweet lips
Beckoning through pixels
Ironing
I'm close to the screen.
How far is it from you
Natasha's sweet lips
The taste of mead and fairy tales
Hey
Poltorashechka
Stand
Give me a minute with you (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Chat on glass accelerates the evening
Nicknames whisper: "Of course
You bet."
Are you sipping your warm tea there
And I'm swallowing your online paradise.
The west wind is humming behind the house
You're like a fire in this eternal cold
"Yummy girl" — and that's not enough
You should be on the playlist.
Yes, I would not let go
[chorus]
Natasha's sweet lips
Beckoning through pixels
Ironing
I'm close to the screen.
How far is it from you
Natasha's sweet lips
The taste of mead and fairy tales
Hey
Poltorashechka
Stand
Give me a minute with you (oh-oh)
[Bridge]
[the bit is getting tighter
Synths are wider]
If I could, I could step through the net.
Between the zeros, pull yourself up to you
But it remains to drown in the night
In those eyes on a small saucer
[chorus]
Natasha's sweet lips
Beckoning through pixels
Ironing
I'm close to the screen.
How far is it from you
Natasha's sweet lips
The taste of mead and fairy tales
The city of Omsk
Take care
Those laughing eyes (hey Omsk!)
