Текст песни Илья Снег - Кружит

Fake hopes
and the taste of empty promises
Everything forgot everything before
No need to look for justification.
I will go far, or maybe
Just leaving.
For a week to forget about everything,
about those days in which wearing
Only existence, but do not live.
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My hurricane, dancing,
on dried grass,
And I did not know. And so...
I'm trying to like you.
The evening went down on the horizon,
Flushed trees in the windows of the car.
I feel something inside.
Probably this is freedom!