Текст песни Slim - Я не буду лететь за тобой

Verse:
All choir then told Battle this - stupid nonsense!
Coffee lover is not Randy James - lost faith in the gift
Is yours. But the smell of greenery so attracts people of all ages,
With more than adventurers instead of the miracle building tricks.
You are once again confused the battlefield, where the meaning is not that
To shove their psevdosposobnosti not Jim Neutron
You. Do not make yourself hope, not destined to become a great architect,
Paniknesh inconsolably, my prophecy will come true.
It's a battle of psychics! Hello, welcome!
Dissatisfied with the judgment of here shouting: "Down with Basharova!"
"Gone to pull!", They say, "Kim mixing - it's magic ..."
Shut up and do better, all in a row so as not to affect.
Feel between the lines of this aura flow!
Do not you take my throne, cards thrown on the table!
Blurred delight ... victory you raved,
But today, my name will be in the white envelope!
                                               
Chorus:
What you do not ask,
No help is a higher power,
With me you do not fight!
I will not fly for thee ...
How you of blue bird.
We have completed the account,
But ask for more.
Well, I leave footprints on your faces.
But, obviously, this pain does not compare with that
What will vomit in the shower ...