Текст песни Кузнецов Максим - Мы делаем улыбки

People on the streets have empty eyes
They look ahead, forgetting about miracles,
And a sad grimace doesn’t get off my face,
And it will always be so, to the end. Band

He rules directly, and we walk along it,
Becoming all grown up without coming up with ideas.
And I'm 15 again, I’m walking on the parapet,
And in colorful Nike I sing a song.

Home is work, home is work,
It’s not life, it’s one concern,
And we paint in the color of sneakers
Zebra life. From cardboard
Make smiles

Young, simple, groovy, cool,
The walls are painted.
Let the parents scream, let the whole world collapse
Our fire in our hearts will never go out ...

It's already night, and we are in the yard
Gathered to burn our rock and roll !!!