Текст песни Артём Соль - Как бы не так

/ Music and Poems: Artyom Salt /

through mountains and forests
I didn't make your way myself
very good try
all in yourself, and himself
In an invisible wave
full / with this joyful Europe

No matter how
Popolas emptiness
of route lines

After somewhere nowhere
What had - somewhere
and without any deeds, probably
through something and nothing
Sprouts white storm
These are only sick nerves.

No matter how
Popolas emptiness
of route lines
somewhere not here
You hang on the wall
me between them

through mountains and forests