Текст песни Дмитрий Криницин - Бегу, Лечу,Ищу Мечту Свою.

I'm all deeply my wounds sewn
I hear only the screams to me in the back "Save"
Fucking not Sydney my native city
From Barnaul on the spin, the guys flies
Who is essentially dying, turns these weekdays
How Yulia and the day did not go to the ship ....
Wash my head
Digesting hard about what was yesterday
Yes, as always got drunk you, I did not wait
Time like sand through my fingers
Among the beautiful scenery of girls wrapped
Guitar boys in the courtyards
And so Nishtyak Picture passes the summer past
In a black and white movie, let's sing beautifully
But not as it was without violence
Overlooking us

And I run, I focus on the moon
And I fly the dream to find my soon want
It will be bad
I'm going to fly to I am looking for my dream, it will be bad

I don't fuck a pen and I don't need a fuck
And I'm in the studio in the morning for Lyalya for poplar
Before falling Lambada and you do not fall like Padal
You hear everything as it should, all your guys
And domesticly disappear when your squeezed sound
Departs from the teeth you and the whole brigade
Like young shusters sliding and twist
We have time to put seriousness to me
In your mind with his word and you
Although Tibet only tell me expensive, but no fuck
This is the answer and there is a ban. Let's minimize the bridges for no
In the morning your delicious omelet you in replacement I give a bouquet
Run puddles melting snow, I'm sitting like that you are not
I and the thermometer do not need to see the eye of your color