Факир - Остаться собой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If it becomes coldly, in these walls of a huge city, where everyone has one gold is on my mind, come to me everything equally, my friends will be great, they have fallen away a feeling of hunger, there will always be music in my house, so sooner from the cold , at least we will become old, if we are lucky, otherwise, but not, maybe we will have a lot of fires, so soon run a little time.