Time to drink vodka - Домашние Вечерние Волны — плавная подача

Clock strikes twelve, it's the witching hour. Life tastes better with a bit of power. Pour it cold in a crystal tower. A little chaos, sweet and sour. Raise it up, don't let it drop. Feel the burn, it just won't stop. Time to drink vodka, feel the fire. Time to drink vodka, climbing higher. Ice in the glass, heat in my soul. Time to drink vodka, lose control. Frosty nights and neon lights. Sip the truth under city sights. Every shot tells a new delight. Hold it close and grip it tight. No mixers, no chasers. Just thrill, no erasers. Spinning worlds and open skies. Vodka dreams never lie. Time to drink vodka, feel the fire. Time to drink vodka, climbing higher. Ice in the glass, heat in my soul. Time to drink vodka, lose control.