Максмех - слова Джио Россо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, young and stupid, funny, barefoot and drunk. Walking flocks, groups, and those single lonely that rush between the high -rise buildings, hide their eyes with hoods, try to be carefree, but smoke sleepless nights. Hello, the children of the sun and air, the descendants of famous dreamers, born of space outbreaks, in the womb of the Mother Galaxy. Careless, fragile, sharp, with cheeks, from the cold with red, with clogged book shelves, with anxious-hazardous eyes.

Hello, I am writing from the century where the distant paths are extended, where the constellations were opened, to your not at all similar. Where Mars is equipped with dwellings and can be expressed to Rigel. Where there is neither a saint nor a beggar, where the money is not a goal or an engine. There is neither war nor weapons, there are bombs in the museums of history, secrets do not need to be removed from enemy territory. Here, in the world that has found harmony, we look at you, our past, at the Earth, which is inhibiting agony, whose heart is painful and worn out.

Hello. Do not be sad about what was said, do not repeat about the warfare. Wake up once, and at once, you will do something beautiful. Go with a smile without bitterness, following a hearty voice, run, grabbing the handrails, on the stairs, not knowing fear. Breathe with the road and wanderings, the desire of a new, bright, nights, red sunset, in the spring, which smelled of prohibitions. And believe in yourself to the last, leaving the crowd behind your backs, do not make life with a tragedy, cultivating a trifling sadness. Dresses, punctures, falls, accept with Buddhist calm. And away from doubts, take a heavy, more. And you, young and stupid - creators, world builders, shout about joy in the Hooks, wear victories on tunic. Light in love, kiss, madly, because your hands are real. Do not use the false presumption of the blind innocence of the sleeping person, which is explaining inaction, hold on to another path: with verses, chords, songs, write, create history.

Gio Rosso ©