Текст песни На крыше мира - Крыша мира

in the city of eternal bustle
Where at home as judges are strict.
Change fate, Rushes dreams.
suddenly I turned out and you
and went to one expensive
Forgetting about fear, burning bridges.

Freedom taste and bright light.
From the farthest windows.
You just do not rub.

in his apartments as behind the wall,
let others and we and me
on the roof of the world and behind the back
We have wings, because we are with you
On the roof of the world