Я Московский Озорной Гуляка (Cover)

Heat heat heat heat
We have money
Down shore
Don't You need sh
New York heat heat
I will fool myself or hide my sorrow
Clouds of wor in my heart
Why they call me rogue?
I cannot follow
Why they call me scandal from the start
I know
I will never live by stealing
Never shot a prisoner and chasing
I'm just one street dream of smiling
Grieving every stranger in my lane fame
I don't wear my top head for romancing foolish
Cannot rule my soul
It's more useful when my mar comes prancing
I can feed her from it oats and
Among people
I have found no brother
I have bought before another rain
Every stray dog
I will call another