I don't like when I'm crying,
Yes, and false always, I feel the skin,
That's why I, it seems, Ironing life,
For the hundredth time, with hope for good!
And good and not far away.
At night cool drink coffee with milk,
And then find words to the new chapter
Started not like a hangover, but a flaw!
Chorus:
And do not go trams and no trolley buses, only heaven,
And easily, and playing, extraordinary, of course, drove,
That they do not walk trams that they do not go tram,
What the trams do not go, fly do not interfere with dreams.
And smoking factory, lanterns
And the morning freezes, and life is amazing!
And life is amazing!
[Coupling 2]:
Surprisingly running for neurons,
Firewalls, paths, perrons,
Where from the fictional phrases, the jazz play in the head,
Fake on mobile ringtones.
And runs somewhere in the distance is angry,
And the next "road" sounds.
That's why I, it seems, Ironing life,
For the hundredth time with hope for good.
Chorus:
And do not go trams and no trolley buses, only heaven,
And easily, and playing, extraordinary, of course, drove,
That they do not walk trams that they do not go tram,
What the trams do not go, fly do not interfere with dreams.
And smoking factory, lanterns
And by the morning freezes, and spring will come soon!
And life is amazing!
