Текст песни ПокаНаДиктофон - Своим

I’ll call myself funny about forty
And the other sixty are filled with sadness
It happens in half, it is not easy
It can be seen by the eyes, but inside it is ten by ninety

Frozen then, everything to hell
Not up to sports ... the summer is erased
And your toasts don't come true
So an adult, from the heart without sparkles

It's raining, the closest canopy
Good to yours, to those who nodded
And then the track started playing ...
Fuck ... just scroll further

I'm just a passerby, no name
Let's put it all aside and don't call
Is the weather fucked up? no ... what you need
Again took my head, beloved cool

No one near, with a warm look
I'll be glad when this ballad blows away
to where birds fly by waterfalls
I'll be glad, but not yet.