Кравц, Джино - Мимо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You say - life passes by, but imagine: we are old people, we are sitting by the fireplace.

Will everything be solid, or insulting, for the fact that now from here in this fog is not visible,

And you need to make a couple of decisions who you are and who are with you at all.

It's time to make a couple of decisions, if you are ready, life will throw its nishtyakov.

As always, boys on the call, old crosses, but a new day in the area.

We speak every day in search of freedom, discuss everything that has been happening all these years.

Moscow. Initially, everything is sad, each boss under something, flies away, washing, the clothespin does not help

And this is the very center. You have to be tenacious and dexterous, a little dead to row in full, so as not to get into the gallery.

The very center. Derban for everyone in the face of a frank laugh, your ticket to life in exchange for the dormitory and a dozen years old.

The subscriber is not available, they spit from the tube, exit: throw the brainstorming on your underground salute.

Is it important or to **? Think, decide for yourself that you first build, foundation or facade, monument or garden

FSh ** even if in this cone for a dog it seems to you that the owner is right.

You can’t be on treason, OOOO when you swim with sharks in a public basin.

We keep the rod, fight for hope, we live as we can, loved ones, we hold it as close as possible

Something like that.

You say - life passes by, but imagine: we are old people, we are sitting by the fireplace.

Will everything be solid, or insulting, for the fact that now from here in this fog is not visible,

And you need to make a couple of decisions who you are and who are with you at all.

It's time to make a couple of decisions, if you are ready, life will throw its nishtyakov.

It's time to make a couple of decisions, listen to a couple of balanced opinions, then changes will come.

You, like a roam, will not fly until you make efforts on the swing of my generation.

Forever under something - this is my generation, forever in search of solutions, in search of inspiration.

Crosses, caps, glasses, bracelets, taverns, clubs, shops, courtyards, entrances.

Here we are, this Moscow saturated you and me, tied it to her, she did not give a choice

Then we look in the windows, as in mirrors and disappear in stuffy nightclubs until the morning - this is a game.

The game is driven or steak by two, escorting to leave places, the controller is tired.

And who is on the pedestal? So I will be extremely, tell me that no one else occupies.

You say - life passes by, but imagine: we are old people, we are sitting by the fireplace.

Will everything be solid, or insulting, for the fact that now from here in this fog is not visible,

And you need to make a couple of decisions who you are and who are with you at all.

It's time to make a couple of decisions, if you are ready, life will throw its nishtyakov.