ЧЭ и РО - Ветер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The uncle is long:

2 bucks on the pocket in ruble containers, be kind parliament. So step by step, the regulation dictates life. The one who sat down there rest will remain there forever. The one who is in the movement of respects on the ring plus of the turn of the fuck into infinity. I see that carelessness of the big world, this picture fucked up. Add light, start first. Who moved and move, respect for all our people, let's get around, raise your hand, go fuck everything, get your middle finger to the sky. We pierce the hole there, hello to the gods and all their bitch. Life is like wind and nightmares torment at night. And at night nightmares torment.

OST:

My life is a wind, he needs freedom. Of all the miracles in the world, I spend years on this. Ask yourself who you are and who will answer you, maybe my whisper? I am fond of it. I collect fate, remember life, only find out their fate, everything else is superfluous. The Almighty will understand me, on weekends and everyday life we write roles from midnight until noon. He creates heroes, determining their path, and I have a pen and a whole world of excellent destinies. From the darkness of studios, it will always be stored for someone this is the main thing, those people will understand me. My life is a wind, I walk along the planet, fold the songs and do not get tired of singing them, but I will leave soon again, and you forgive me. My life is a moderate wind to strong.

Magu:

After the next Tusa, I go around the posts. And now these native bridges are already at the course, these open spaces are so simple for me, I was born without a pussy here, a lot of which I left crosses, many goals are already close. These areas are like snapy sands. My life is like a strong wind, sometimes turning into a breeze, he takes me to the height, whatever one may say, how not rot. You must be fast as a lynx and wise. The time has come, the problems of the mountain, and again familiar winds, they are not touched at home in the centers, the runners are bent, the light in the houses burns. I often see fear in people in their eyes, probably their lives are sinking in tears. And my life is like a wind, in a dream I saw these lines and woke up on this moment and here I am on this tape, rewind, but do not bite, but our life is like a wind, even kill.

Walk Rwain:

My life is the wind, I live as I can. Only for myself in the answer, I do not regret anything. Only forward, do not look around. And a noisy day will change the night silence. And a warm breeze will change the winter blizzard, but you fly forward, even though everything repeats in a circle, like a groundhog day, the sun breaks through the clouds. This music flies in the wind, this music is from the very bowels, from the very depths, where my soul is, and this wind tears the fire. Yellow leaves stick to the asphalt and the arrows of the clock wind up the somersault, but you fly forward, let it be tedious, I wish you exclusively passing