Текст песни Nebo7 - Краски

I throw paint on canvas
running your life on red
The weather is so-so, a little overcast.
I will be like a rich, throwing the passport.

all the same people are different
looking for reasons to celebrate
And among the brakes on the gas, come on
Although all reasons are slaughtered

Heart rolling for the native district
What we see, about and singing.
Everything else - little worries.
We can make it impossible

Everything that did - did myself
And what did not do - I will do tomorrow
What I don't need to forget at all.
Music cook. Prepared a dish.

Heart rolling from different doubts
After all, I do not know how in fact.
Maybe not waiting, everything has changed.
And if it pulls - pulls down.

And we take off to nowhere, despite the sky.
Not yours, yes? Your would "not be yours".
We fly to landing will not soon.
But it will be, which means to joke.