Текст песни Кирилл Коневских - Хотелось другой жизни

And I know, read my text nowhere,
My fan then was silence.
And I did not come from your world,
So purely will not for long, to arrange a show here.
Pick up my music, pick up my everything,
Leave without intention, and love give her a dream.
I see thousands of hands
And someone will say: "Here, he is your sound."
Life left, she is like a thin thread,
But you did not live her to judge me.
And I like it is not born to her to fly,
And you could not even understand me.
What do you want from me? Just left *
After all, you have everything, and this is all life.
And I will not say that grew up without a father,
I replaced you street.