Текст песни ПАПАРАДИО - Нам по пути

Chorus:
Hey friend, I think we're on our way
All doors open and whatever you say
You and me, we fly away to warm lands

Hey friend, open your eyes and see
Longing and cold both outside and inside
We lack the sun, we lack the light
We go in search of eternal summer

I began to doubt that it could be worse
And it would be alright winter, but here instead of snowdrifts puddles
May have a cold, may have frostbite
We go looking for a cure for longing

Chorus.

And we keep talking about that freedom, like a bird,
But birds don't know about limits and boundaries
Which way to be baptized, where is Crimea, where is Nice,
Where will land, on the outskirts or in the capital

And we are ready to rip and kill people like us,
As if it should be, without feeling guilty,
We run further and further from nature. Hell!
I don't want this kind of freedom ...