Текст песни Читану - Безразличие

Someday I will write music history
They loved, if not all of the many
Finally open the way before me
Where the higher and I'm a "big"

I cease to be in the company of more than
And on the street will no longer look at me strangely
Your friends will no longer consider me a fool
Well, I'll think about them all the same.

My poems for them will be shot at
And while all strive for career growth
I decide to help keep children and maturing
Just getting into the player and making love.

My happiness - these verses you.
Thank you that you have, because without you it would be worse.
You always support me and hold out his hand.
I will hide blanket, because you are so warm and better?

Chorus: And this whole dream just for you.
All my poems - you soaked
Mark my words - this is not just.
I draw for you love words to the beat.

2. When one day I will write music history
They loved, if not all of the many
But as long as me turning dry
And I will continue to refer to the music if it became tight.

For me, each verse is a flight
This dependence millimeter lines I take off
As long as I dream in the kitchen, the muse will come.
We had a seat myself with coffee and a little chat

Let us dream that when the Bolsheviks record
Always kept his heart always ashore
My angel understands and is just waiting for
When yet another attempt to finish and go home

Many people do not understand what I am
And why is it made in the text.
Each dream is a variety of ways,
My angel will help me to take off vertically.