Текст песни Настя Жук - Реггей

Mom, if I get fired in the summer
I'm not going to college, I will not applicant
I will not think about the career,
A fall down from Moscow for at least two weeks.
You know, I hearth on such roads,
About where you've heard a little bit.
And I will not have the money: only
Keychain on a backpack and head sunshine reggae.

The wind in my sails
He catches up with a smile on the faces of passers-by
Paul earth to the sky, the floor hand to the sea
Mom, do not worry, I will be soon.

Mom until you walk through Vienna
I will teach the dog ASKA money
And while you eat foie gras
I trudge for three days through the mountains
Up to half of the sky hands, the land from the sea floor
Mom, do not worry, Mom, do not worry
I'm just a little walk on the loose ..

The wind in my sails
He catches up with a smile on the faces of passers-by
Paul hands up to the sky, the floor of the earth to the sea
Mom, do not worry, I will be soon.