Текст песни Айвенго - свободная

The wind in the head, the essence of the vein will not comprehend
Revover by the bit, once land branches of Palestine
Please me that before the top here is not trying
There will be rap for the soul, and not that stylish

In the footsteps we will not go after the ladies, fists on the outdoors
Thoughts there, and I'm here, not on the shore of your edge
Who do not forget how someone does not cut
Second breathing does not open, from the gaze to the screen

Need to do something, change all coordinates
Do not assemble the scope of paper, as if origami
We will rub about love and of course about the regalia
The hunt for Petushhar is open, the pits are taken

On the way a lot of Tina, but not mired in a web
Wake in yourself harsh, everything immediately dull
Open the second breathing and kolota while Fortith
To throw on the bit of thinkers, "MON AMI", the world