Montano - Лучшее - враг хорошего - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It's still dark. I haven’t written yet - it’s fun.

My sad life didn’t weigh an ounce on the scales.

My goal is to exalt art, at least somehow.

Do it beautifully, tastefully, it doesn’t matter whether it’s funny or sad.

According to the facts.

I often don’t sleep at night, with eternal questions, long ago there was a “new wave”, but when will we set sail? We all died inside a long time ago, although not yet physically like the young Englishman.

I’ll calm my ardor, gather oats, and water the mares.

Don't forget food and water on the way.

This is our only sowing, our fruits and labors.

Dusty paths await us, where the indigenous cannot go, there we ourselves will go, we will lead the harness and the horse.

I'll stroke his mane. The burden is this everyday life that we will leave, leave, put aside, from now on - it will not be like that.

Fields and fields. Birches, oaks, poplars.

The earth has given us nature.

"You're walking on the wrong path, run the course"

From under the swamps, I didn’t cock the trigger, but somehow I learned a lesson.

It’s better not to pretend, not to drink, dance and lie around.

This is all doubtful and suspicious.

So much so that they just didn’t understand us. And not only me, these are the friends who sit inside me,

These are my phrases, and I have so much left unsaid for you.

I am a piggy bank, I collected everything within myself, pennies at a time, all you have to do is watch and believe.

I worked and earned money, no matter where I went, I had to run around in sadness.

It’s good when it’s a butterfly in the end, but it’s better when it’s a cocoon at the beginning.

They didn’t let me through to hip-hop.ru, but I took it and came to your battle, like to my home, to get my ship.

If I had my own, I would have taken it then and set sail long ago.