Максим Ундалов - Пролетая под палящим солнцем - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I smoke, and even more drunk.

On the weekend showering with yourself all the gap,

What accumulated and killed doubts -

Flying under the scorching sun gently abandon me.

Leave in abrasions and late to shout that it is not eternal,

And this is true not forever.

Not to become kinder, because with age

Awareness does not become stronger,

And just all the more inhibits the past and tweet.

I wanted to stay simply the same teenager.

Nausea. Vera in what will never happen, I believed and turned out to be helpless.

Fate writes off strikes, and we only substitute beaten cheeks.

Rejoice without alcohol and chemistry, exist without money and those who loved. The difference is only in the eyes of the bottomless and speech, which is pouring in your most ears with a river full of rot.