Текст песни Собаки Качалова - Ветер

I'll take a deep breath, hold my breath
Nothing is needed, it seems to be all the same.
Where do you walk there on your outskirts
Contemplating the stars of magazines and movies.

The wind, like a hair dryer, will dry the dreadlocks
Dirty thoughts in my head
You are my homeland, you are my faith.
The sunniest reggae in a cold country.

I'm not a boy anymore and you are not the first
Is it really important for two?
All your work, solid nerves
All my worries about the vibrations of love.