atramentaria - просто ходить - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Just walk, it's how easy breathing, having losing my thoughts into the sky, like a shuttle, just walk, it's how easy it is to fly, only below, let there are smooth surfaces in life, and locating yourself in the list of unnecessary needs, you yourself are in someone's list . And hear how the cries of abandoned buildings do not want to leave themselves in this city. You seem to look at them, you seem to say something, but from what I only understood. So does it make sense to talk? When is the Pantomim Theater? You yourself and a silent building, with many levels, floors and basement, you have a task and it remains small when there is a goal and a desire to just walk. And in those abandoned construction sites of the desire to live exactly the same, how much and in you. All time is short, distance from birth to grief. All the traveled path that I would like to kick. Traveling with the target life. The place where you will germinate on your own, through the asphalt, through the frozen puddles. You are not obliged here to be heard here, you say that the society has imposed, and I will say that the society took and dick went. And on the dick went under his crystrons. Puppets meticulous. Only and can be compared, one color in black, the other is praised, with how much in vain. But the measure of everything in the winter dawn, bright, red-pink canvas. So nice, beautiful and as if he warms, soon spring, I stand, and the wind blows me in my face.

Look, you're like a tower crane, like above all buildings, but the perimeter of the movement is as small as in the luggage of good memories. Turning around and looking in different directions, we seemed to be rocked, crumpled and sent to a trash can. Well, if so, then there is nothing to lose, we will soar in the sky, we will just walk. And protrotav hundreds of miles, we will return to the circles of their own, in the eternal calm. Here we are waiting for us, in our honor they light the wick, fireworks, everything flickers and each of us knows that everything is not for nothing, everything is good, if only it was possible to just walk. If only it was possible to simply create, for myself, little by little, be a poet, Ponaroshka. And we do not pretend, my silhouette on the track, which has become a native for the janitor. I have enough smile at least once, at least on Tuesdays, most importantly, that without a muzzle.

Just walk with a luggage by shoulders, accomplishing landscapes with my eyes, just walk, think about something, if you ask why, then the same. As someone already said, you are not alone, we together. Just walk, cling to the view of the road at the rush hour, just walk, just in memory forever print that moment. Let it be briefly but holistic.