Big Cyc - Twoje glany

Where on the carpet with these boots !!!

Stink much as wellies uncle Tadzio
And there are sharp like your mom's heels
Every day you put them, and assume
Heavy shoes or boots a symbol of life

Wild scream wakes you up in the morning
Rescue !!! bully, thug
I can not stand him any longer
Instead, you're sleeping in pajamas in glanach
You're crazy, you already know all the people

Your boots, your boots
Your boots no one has kicked
Your boots, your boots
Your boots no one gave the impression

Your boots is the story of the area
Your boots - standard and challenge
What you hit squeaks, hisses, roars
What you kick it already is broken

They are like a knife or a scythe cut wounds
As the volcano which erupted with great force
They weigh three kilograms per tonne and
Carbonates live without it for you is a grave

In hard times, heavy shoes are like gold
On the brouhaha, the girls and the school
In my mind fluttering already very high
But unfortunately, most often you catch pits